Docile, but with a discontented expression on his face, the little fellow looked up at his god-mother.
"Tell about Moses, you know it very well."
"Well then," began Fred resolutely, "they put him in a 'ittle basket, 'ittle Moses, and they put the basket on the Nile——"
He stopped abruptly, his face bathed in perspiration.
"And then, what happened?" asked Bijou.
"Don't know," replied the little fellow briefly; "don't know any more—don't know, I tell you. Say it yourself—what happened."
"Nonsense! come now, have you made up your mind not to answer?"
The child replied coaxingly:
"P'ease don't make me say it!"
Denyse insisted, however.