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There was a new boy baby at the Lincoln cabin! By cracky! thought Dennis Hanks as he hurried up the path, he was going to like having a boy cousin. They could go swimming together. Maybe they could play Indian. Dennis pushed open the cabin door.
"Where is he?" he shouted. "Where is he?"
"Sh!" A neighbor, who had come in to help, put her finger to her lips. "The baby is asleep."
Nancy Lincoln was lying on the pole bed in a corner of the one-room house. She looked very white under the dark bearskin covering, but when she heard Dennis she raised her head. "It's all right, Denny," she said. "You can see him now."
Dennis tiptoed over to the bed. A small bundle, wrapped in a homespun shawl, rested in the curve of Nancy's arm. When she pulled back the shawl, Dennis could not think of anything to say. The baby was so wrinkled and so red. It looked just like a cherry after the juice had been squeezed out.
Nancy touched one of the tiny hands with the tip of her finger. "See his wee red fists and the way he throws them around!" she said.
"What's his name?" Dennis asked at last.
"We're calling him after his grandpappy. Abraham Lincoln!"