There's his supper set out for him--corn-dodgers and molasses.

AMY
(primly).
Polly, it isn't nice to look at things in other people's houses!

POLLY
(saucily).
You looked at the clock only a minute ago, and I'm sure Abe's supper is
as easily seen as the clock is! Easier, too, if you happen to be
glancing that way. I wish that Nancy would hurry!

TOM
(as they seat themselves about fire).
And I wish that Abe would hurry. He must be trying for luck.

POLLY.
Luck?

TOM.
Yes, you know they say that rails split by moonlight bring folks good
fortune. Not that Abe needs good fortune--he's lucky at everything he
puts his hand to. He can shoulder an ax and swing it better than any
one I ever saw, and as for his books--there's no one who can beat him.

POLLY.
He's always at them--even after a hard day's work.

TOM.
There's nothing he won't read if he can get his hands on it, and at