Cupid came and was let in. "She was al-lone, of co'se?" the pair asked from the edge of their bed.
"Oh, yass'm, o' co'se; in a manneh, yass'm."
"Mon dieu! li'l boy. In a manner? But how in a manner? Al-lone is al-lone! What she was doing?"
"Is I got to tell dat?"
"Ah, 'tit garçon! Have you not got to tell it?"
"Well, she 'uz--she 'uz prayin'."
"And tha'z the manner she was not al-lone?"
"Yas'm, dass all." The little fellow dropped to his knees, clutched a knee of either questioner, and wept and sobbed.