"Yes, and a boser, boser Konig who said every boy must be deaded, and Moses was the allerliebster."
"Talk English, my dear baby, and not such a dreadful mixture," I besought.
"He wasn't a cat."
"A cat?"
"Yes, he wasn't a cat, that Moses—a boy was he."
"But of course he wasn't a cat," I said with some severity; "no one ever supposed he was."
"Yes, but mummy," she explained eagerly, with much appropriate hand- action, "the cook's Moses is a cat."
"Oh, I see. Well?"
"And he was put in a basket in the water, and that did swim. And then one time they comed, and she said—"
"Who came? And who said?"