these parts. He figures on coming to your school."
Andrew Crawford rose and bowed. "Welcome," he said. "Mr. Lincoln,
introduce Mr. Grigsby to the other scholars."
[Illustration]
The children sat on two long benches made of split logs. Abe led Nat down the
length of the front bench. Each girl rose and made a curtsy. Nat bowed. Each
boy rose and bowed. Nat returned the bow. Abe kept saying funny things under
his breath that the schoolmaster could not hear. But the children heard, and
they could hardly keep from laughing out loud.
Sally sat on the second bench. "Mrs. Lincoln," said Abe in a high
falsetto voice, "this here be Mr. Grigsby."
While she was making her curtsy, Sally's cheeks suddenly grew red. "Don't
let on I told you, Mr. Grigsby," Abe whispered, "but Mrs. Lincoln
bakes the worst cornbread of anyone in Pigeon Creek."
Sally forgot that they were having a lesson in manners. "Don't you dare
talk about my cornbread," she said angrily.
The little log room rocked with laughter. This t
