“Can’t talk or play with any one or do anything but just make a noise like a squirrel.  Nobody can do anything but whisper an’ go ’round on his tiptoes.”

“He’s our little brother and we must love him,” said Betsey.

“Yes; we’ve got to love him,” said Joe.  “But it’s worse ‘n pickin’ up potatoes.  I wisht he’d gone to some other house.”

That day Sarah awoke from a bad dream with tears flowing down her cheeks.  She found the little lad standing by her pillow looking very troubled.  He kissed her and whispered: 

“God help us all and make His face to shine upon us.”

There is a letter from Sarah to her brother dated May, 10, 1833, in which she sums up the effect of all this and some months of history in the words that follow: 

“The Lord has given us a new son.  I have lived through the ordeal—­thanks to His goodness—­and am strong again.  The coming of the baby has reconciled us to the loss of our old friends as much as anything could.  It has made this little home dear to us and proved the quality of our new friends.  Nothing is too much for them to do.  I don’t wonder that Abe Lincoln has so much confidence in the people of this country.  They are sound at heart both the northerners and the southerners ’though some of the latter that we see here are awfully ignorant and prejudiced.  We have had wonderful fun with the children since the baby was born.  It has been like a play or a story book to hear the talk of Joe and Betsey.  She loves to play mother to this wonderful new doll and is quite a help to me.  Harry Needles is getting over his disappointment.  He goes down to the store often to sit with Abe and Jack Kelso and hear them talk.  He and Samson are getting deeply interested in politics.  Abe lets Harry read the books that he borrows from Major Stuart of Springfield.  The boy is bent on being a lawyer and improving his mind.  Samson found him the other day making a speech to the horses and to poor Sambo out in the barn.  Bim Kelso writes to her mother that she is very happy in her new home but there is something between the lines which seems to indicate that she is trying to put a good face on a bad matter.  What a peril it is to be young and pretty and a girl!  Berry and Lincoln have got a license and are selling liquor in their store but nobody thinks anything of that here.  Abe has been appointed Postmaster.  Everytime he leaves the store he takes the letters in his hat and delivers them as he gets a chance.  We have named the new baby Samuel.”

The firm of Lincoln and Berry had not prospered.  After they had got their license things went from bad to worse with them.  Mr. Berry, who handled the liquors, kept himself in a genial stage of inebriation and sat in smiles and loud calico talking of gold mines and hidden treasure.  Jack Kelso said that a little whisky converted Berry’s optimism into opulence.

“It is the opulence that tends to poverty,” Abe answered.  “Berry gets so rich, at times, that he will have nothing to do with the vulgar details of trade.”