One boy who never had to wear a dunce cap was Abe Lincoln.  He was too smart.  His side won nearly every spelling match.  He was good at figuring, and he had the best handwriting of anyone at school.  Master Crawford taught reading from the Bible, but he had several other books from which he read aloud.  Among Abe’s favorite stories were the ones about some wise animals that talked.  They were by a man named Aesop who had lived hundreds of years before.

Abe even made up compositions of his own.  He called them “sentences.”  One day he found some of the boys being cruel to a terrapin, or turtle.  He made them stop.  Then he wrote a composition in which he said that animals had feelings the same as folks.

Sometimes Abe’s sentences rhymed.  There was one rhyme that the children thought was a great joke: 

  “Abe Lincoln, his hand and pen,
   He will be good, but God knows when.”

“That Abe Lincoln is funny enough to make a cat laugh,” they said.

They always had a good time watching Abe during the class in “Manners.”  Once a week Master Crawford had them practice being ladies and gentlemen.  One scholar would pretend to be a stranger who had just arrived in Pigeon Creek.  He would leave the schoolhouse, come back, and knock at the door.  Another scholar would greet “the stranger,” lead him around the room, and introduce him.

One day it was Abe’s turn to do the introducing.  He opened the door to find his best friend, Nat Grigsby, waiting outside.  Nat bowed low, from the waist.  Abe bowed.  His buckskin trousers, already too short, slipped up still farther, showing several inches of his bare leg.  He looked so solemn that some of the girls giggled.  The schoolmaster frowned and pounded on his desk.  The giggling stopped.

“Master Crawford,” said Abe, “this here is Mr. Grigsby.  His pa just moved to 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.”

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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 time Master Crawford had also heard Abe’s remark.  He walked over to the corner where he kept a bundle of switches.  He picked one up and laid it across his desk.