The Tunker lifted his hand and said grace, after which the family sat down to the table.
A beautiful evening followed the tempest gust, and the Lincolns and the old Tunker sat down to a humble meal.
Mrs. Lincoln turned her broad, earnest face toward the Tunker.
One morning Jasper the Tunker appeared in the clearing before her cabin.
The Tunker was a middle-aged man of probably forty-five or more years.
