"They tell me that you'd like to make a statue of me. Is that correct, Miss Vinnie Ream?"
"Yes, sir," she replied. "I wouldn't have asked you, but my teacher says I am ready. I plan to make it in an admirable manner. "
President Lincoln smiled. "Painters and sculptors have all tried to make the best of this ordinary face, but I'm afraid there's not much hope. What did you have in mind? A bust (半身像) ?"
Before Vinnie could say yes, the President hurried on, a shade of apology in his voice.
"Of course, I shouldn't have asked. A full-length pose would be much too big a project for a young woman your size. "
Vinnie's face turned red. She realized she looked like a child, with her tiny figure. "Small does not mean weak, sir," she defended herself. "I was born in the country of Wisconsin. I've driven teams of horses and carried water. Making a full-length clay (粘土) figure would not exhaust my strength, and that is what I intend to do!"
The President's eyes, brightened at her show of spirit. "Sorry, madam. I have underestimated you as I didn't know your background. But how could I possibly take the time to pose for a sculpture now? I hardly have a minute to myself. "
Vinnie glanced around and noted the size of his office. "I work quickly." Her voice was soft but confident as she pointed to the corner near the windows. "If I were to bring my clay here and work for three hours every afternoon, I could complete most of the project while you are at your desk."
The President seemed to consider her idea seriously. He got up and shook Vinnie's hand warmly, "I've heard that you are a talented young woman, and I have found you charming and intelligent as well. You will hear from me soon."
The very next day, Vinnie received an invitation from the President.