I looked up to where I thought his face would just naturally be. And I’m blest if it wasn’t only his chest instead. I kept looking up--up--up--till my neck near got a crick in it. And at last I saw his face. He looked about nine feet, thirteen inches high, and as thin as a rail. And his black clothes and his high pot-hat made him look a lot higher and thinner. But it wasn’t his figure I found I was gawping at. It was his face. Oh, Jim, such a face! Ugly, I suppose, and whiskered, and full of gullies and ridges. But it’s the strongest, wisest, kindest, wonderfulest face the Lord ever made. And the great big gray eyes looked as if they were holding the work and the bothers and the sorrows--and the fun, too--of the whole eternal universe. Yes, you’ve guessed who it was. Mr. Lincoln. No less. I just stood there, all flabbergasted; staring and courtsying. And he kept looking down at me with the sweetest, friendliest smile you ever saw. “Excuse me, sir,” I says again. “That’s all right, little woman,” he answers, in that deep, gentle voice of his. “The nurse deserves the right of way nowadays; even over the President. She earns it.” Just then, as I was moving aside (and longing, too, to thank him for being such a wonderful man) the superintendent steps up to him and says: “Mr. President, this is Nurse Sessions you were asking about. Would you care to speak to her now? My office is here to the right. You won’t be disturbed there.” Well, Jim, I could have gone through the floor, right then and there. I couldn’t believe my ears were telling me the truth. What could Mr. Lincoln have to say to me? And how could I have been away when he asked for me? I just stood trembling and looking foolish. And then Mr. Lincoln was smiling and holding out his hand--I wanted to kiss it!--and saying: “Mrs. Sessions, one of the reasons I came here this morning was for a little chat with you. Shall we step in here?” And I followed him into the superintendent’s office and he set a chair for me, just like I was a queen, and as if he was working for our folks. We sat down. And here’s what he said, as close as I can remember. And I guess I’m not liable to have forgotten the words: “Mrs. Sessions,” he began, “there is a very talkative little boy up in the Army of the Potomac. And it seems that after Antietam General Hooker sent for that little boy to ask him some questions about a wounded officer that General Hooker takes considerable interest in. And the boy, under Hooker’s questions, blabbed about that officer’s being engaged to marry a very lovely and dear little woman. General Hooker wrote to me about it. So I wanted a word or two with that little woman--about _him_.”