"Don't worry. I can get along with almost any kind of a human being, especially if he likes pudding and milk as well as you do," said the Senator, who then introduced me in these words:
"Mr. President, this is my young friend Barton Baynes of the neighborhood of Lickitysplit in the town of Ballybeen—a coming man of this county."
"Come on," was the playful remark of the President as he took my hand. "I shall be looking for you."
I had carefully chosen my words and I remember saying, with some dignity, like one in a story book, although with a trembling voice:
"It is an honor to meet you, sir, and thank you for the right to vote—when I am old enough."
Vividly, too, I remember his gentle smile as he looked down at me and said in a most kindly tone:
"I think it a great honor to hear you say that."
He put his hands upon my shoulders and turning to the Senator said:
"Wright, I often wish that I had your modesty."
"I need it much more than you do," the Senator laughed.