He has already learnt a couple of the commandments by listening to her and helps her, now and then, with a word. Then he comes to me and asks, anxiously:
"Father, must Dirty do all that the Ten Commandments say?"
"Yes."
He sits down by her again. His heart is overflowing with pity, his eyes are moist. She does not look at him, but plods on bravely:
"Thou shalt . . . Thou shalt not . . ."
"Father, when I grow big, must I also do all that the Ten Commandments say?"
"Ye-es."
He looks at me in utter despair. Then he goes back to Dirty and listens, but now he keeps his thoughts to himself.
Suddenly, something seems to flash across his mind.
He comes to me again, puts his arms on my knee and looks with his green eyes firmly into mine: