March 11, 1908.
The boy's cup was now full, and so said his letter to the President.
And the President wrote back to the father: "I am really immensely
amused and interested, and shall be mighty glad to see the little
fellow."
In the spring, on a beautiful May day, came the great moment. The
mother had to go along, the boy insisted, to see the great event, and
so the trio found themselves shaking the hand of the President's
secretary at the White House.
"Oh, the President is looking for you, all right," he said to the boy,
and then the next moment the three were in a large room. Mr.
Roosevelt, with beaming face, was already striding across the room, and
with a "Well, well, and so this is my friend Curtis!" the two stood
looking into each other's faces, each fairly wreathed in smiles, and
each industriously shaking the hand of the other.
"Yes, Mr. President, I'm mighty glad to see you!" said the boy.
"I am glad to see you, Curtis," returned Mr. Roosevelt.
Then there came a white rose from the presidential desk for the mother,
but after that father and mother might as well have faded away.
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