"Did she?"
"With enthusiasm."
"Tell her to come to me," the President said slowly. "I want to talk to her."
He paused, turned to his desk and seized a pen:
"I'll send a subpœna for her—that's better."
On one of his cards he quickly wrote:
"My Dear Miss Winter:
"You are hereby summoned to immediately appear before the Chief Magistrate to testify concerning grave matters of State.
A. Lincoln.
He slipped his long arm around Ned's shoulder and walked with him to the door: