Abraham Lincoln A Play PDF Download

Excerpt: ...reception room at the White House. MRS. LINCOLN, dressed in a fashion perhaps a little too considered, despairing as she now does of any sartorial grace in her husband, and acutely conscious that she must meet this necessity of office alone, is writing. She rings the bell, and SUSAN, who has taken her promotion more philosophically, comes in. Mrs. Lincoln: Admit any one who calls, Susan. And enquire whether the President will be in to tea. Susan: Mr. Lincoln has just sent word that he will be in. Mrs. Lincoln: Very well. SUSAN is going. Susan. Susan: Yes, ma'am. Mrs. Lincoln: You still say Mr. Lincoln. You should say the President. Susan: Yes, ma'am. But you see, ma'am, it's difficult after calling him Mr. Lincoln for fifteen years. Mrs. Lincoln: But you must remember. Everybody calls him the President now. Susan: No, ma'am. There's a good many people call him Father Abraham now. And there's some that like him even better than that. Only to-day Mr. Coldpenny, at the stores, said, "Well, Susan, and how 's old Abe this morning?" Mrs. Lincoln: I hope you don't encourage them. Susan: Oh, no, ma'am. I always refer to him as Mr. Lincoln. Mrs. Lincoln: Yes, but you must say the President. Susan: I'm afraid I shan't ever learn, ma'am. Mrs. Lincoln: You must try. Susan: Yes, of course, ma'am. Mrs. Lincoln: And bring any visitors up. Susan: Yes, ma'am. There's a lady waiting now. Mrs. Lincoln: Then why didn't you say so? Susan: That's what I was going to, ma'am, when you began to talk about Mr.