Davis takes three pages to get Mr. Lincoln through his morning shave, occupied as the great man is with recollecting quips and anecdotes about his ugliness. Most of the story follows his whistle-stop route to the inauguration, and the stories he tells from the platform en route fit more naturally into the action. The focus of all this is Lincoln's encounter with little Grace Bedell, whose letter suggesting that he grow whiskers he receives and answers that first morning after shaving, and whom he singles out and bestows a kiss on the train stops in Westfield, New York. It's a nice, folksy little episode, quite in keeping with the President-designate we see playing leapfrog with his sons in a hotel lobby. And any story for which Old Abe has written so many of the lines has got to be good reading.