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.—I mean the President, ma’am.
Mrs. Lincoln: Well, show her up.
SUSAN goes. MRS. LINCOLN closes her writing desk. SUSAN returns, showing in MRS. GOLIATH BLOW.
Susan: Mrs. Goliath Blow.
Mrs. Blow: Good-afternoon, Mrs. Lincoln.
Mrs. Lincoln: Good-afternoon, Mrs. Blow. Sit down, please.
Mrs. Blow: And is the dear President well?
Mrs. Lincoln: Yes. He’s rather tired.
Mrs. Blow: Of course, to be sure. This dreadful war. But I hope he’s not getting tired of the war.
Mrs. Lincoln: It’s a constant anxiety for him. He feels his responsibility very deeply.
Mrs. Blow: To be sure. But you mustn’t let him get war-weary. These monsters in the South have got to be stamped out.
Mrs. Lincoln: I don’t think you need be afraid of the President’s firmness.
Mrs. Blow: Oh, of course not. I was only saying to Goliath yesterday, “The President will never give way till he has the South squealing,” and Goliath agreed.
SUSAN comes in.
Susan: Mrs. Otherly, ma’am.
Mrs. Lincoln: Show Mrs. Otherly in.
Mrs. Blow: Oh, that dreadful woman! I believe she wants the war to stop.
Susan (at the door): Mrs. Otherly.
MRS. OTHERLY comes in and SUSAN goes.
Mrs. Lincoln: Good-afternoon, Mrs. Otherly. You know Mrs. Goliath Blow?
Mrs. Otherly: Yes. Good-afternoon. She sits.
Mrs. Blow: Goliath says the war will go on for another three years at least.
Mrs. Otherly: Three years? That would be terrible, wouldn’t it?
Mrs. Blow: We must be prepared to make sacrifices.
Mrs. Otherly: Yes.
Mrs. Blow: It makes my blood boil to think of those people.
Mrs. Otherly: I used to know a lot of them. Some of them were very kind and nice.
Mrs. Blow: That was just their cunning, depend on it. I’m afraid there’s a good deal of disloyalty among us. Shall we see the dear President this afternoon, Mrs. Lincoln?