“I want your name,” she said.
“But there are many other little girls that want my name, and as I cannot give it to them all, they will feel hurt if I give it to you.”
She looked around at her companions, and said, “Only eight of us, sir!”
Lincoln could not resist that, so he sat down immediately, and forgetting his other visitors, took eight sheets of paper and wrote a line and his name on each. These he gave to the little girls, and they went away happy.
He’s Beautiful!
Once a little girl’s father took her to call upon Lincoln. She had been told that he was very homely. But when he lifted her on his knee and talked to her in his kindly, merry way, she turned to her father, and exclaimed:—
“O Pa! He isn’t ugly at all! He’s beautiful!”
Please Let Your Beard Grow
But there was another little girl who did not think so. She lived in Westfield, in the State of New York. She had seen Lincoln’s picture, and did not like it; so after his election she wrote a letter asking him to let his beard grow, as she thought it would make him better looking.