Chapter 51

“That’s very thought-provoking,” Frank remarked. He did find politics interesting. “I wish I could have attended, but Father feels I’m too young to be involved. And Mr. Vaughan…” His expression became sour. After a moment, he dismissed the lawyer. “I’ve been hearing good things about Mr. Lincoln, though.”

“Yeah. I’m telling you, I ain’t never heard nothing like it in all my born days,” Bart said.

George swallowed a grin. Bart wasn’t all that old. He’d turned fifteen a few weeks after George’s birthday in January.

“Bart—”

“No, from now on, my name is Abe.”

“What?”

“I want you…I want everyone to call me Abe. Abe Lincoln Hall.”

George exchanged glances with Frank, who shrugged. George shook his head. “Okay, Abe.”

For a second, he thought Bart was going to do handsprings across the stable floor.

“We’re almost done. Why don’t you sit on that bale with the cat and tell us about it.”