"Well—Once there was a little boy named Moses. And he looked thes like me."
"Oughtn't you to say, 'Once upon a time'?" suggested his uncle, maliciously.
"Why, no, sir! Not with Bible stories."
"Oh!"
"You have to say, 'Once there was a little boy named Moses.' And my mama says he looked thes like me. He was so sweet—and so sweet—and so sweet! His mama used ter kiss him and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him and—"
"There! she's kissed him enough now. Go on."
"Well, there was a wicked man in that country and he was going to take all the little chilwuns from their mamas."
"Where was that country?"
"I don't know, sir. I asked mama where it was and she said she guessed it was Washington."
"Humph!"