While he was drinking a baby barely able to walk crawled down the steps and toddled to him.
The mother smiled.
"Is this not President Davis?" she asked tremblingly.
"It is, Madam," he answered with a bow.
She pointed proudly to the child:
"He's named for you!"
The President drew a gold coin from his pocket and handed it to the mother.
"Please keep it for my little namesake and tell him when he is old enough to know."
As he rode away with Reagan, his faithful Postmaster General, he said: