"Bigger'n anybody, maybe."
Nancy looked down at her son, now peacefully asleep. She made a song for him, a song so soft it was almost a whisper: "Abe—Abe," she crooned. "Abe Lincoln, you be going to grow—and grow—and grow!"
2
Abraham Lincoln did grow. He seemed to grow bigger every day. By the time he was seven, he was as tall as his sister, although Sally was two years older. That fall their father made a trip up to Indiana.
"Why did Pappy go so far away?" Sally asked one afternoon.
"When is he coming home?" asked Abe.
"Pretty soon, most likely."