“Oh, she will let you fast enough, for I shall make a point of it.”
“What did you call it, sir, please?”
“A pantomime.”
“Oh, I know now,” said the child, with a sudden look of bright intelligence; “it is something about Moses and the children of Israel, isn’t it, sir?”
“Eh? ‘Moses and the children of Israel?’ What put that into your little noddle?” laughed the young man.
“Why, sir, you know the books of Moses are called the panta—panta—something; it’s a very hard word, sir.”
“Oh, you are talking of the pentateuch?”
“Yes, sir, a very hard word. I always miss it at the class, it is so very hard.”
“Very,” laughed the young man.
And now, as the voice of the housekeeper was heard calling her child, the little girl made her Sunday school curtsey, and ran away from her new friend to join her mother.