Like her brother, she occasionally worked at the houses of the neighbors.

She lies buried, not with her mother, but in the yard of the old Pigeon Creek meeting-house.
A story which belongs to this period was told by Lincoln himself to Mr.
Seward and a few friends one evening in the Executive Mansion at Washington.

The President said: "Seward, you never heard, did you, how I earned my first dollar ?" "No," rejoined Mr.Seward.

"Well," continued Mr.Lincoln, "I belonged, you know, to what they call down South the 'scrubs.' We had succeeded in raising, chiefly by my labor, sufficient produce, as I thought, to justify me in taking it down the river to sell.

After much persuasion, I got the consent of mother to go, and constructed a little flatboat, large enough to take a barrel or two of things that we had gathered, with myself and the bundle, down to the Southern market.