She asked the question generally but her eye fell upon the one male member who swallowed his Sunday gum-drop with a gulp.
"Don't know his nother name," said the male member sulkily.
Desire realized that she didn't know, either. "I did not ask you to tell his name but something about him. Where he lived, for instance. Where did Moses live?" Her eye swept down to the mite at the end of the row.
"Bulrushes!" said that infant gaspingly.
"He was hidden among bulrushes," explained Desire, "but he couldn't exactly live there. Does anyone know what a bulrush is?"
The row exchanged glances and nudged each other.
"Things you soak in coal-oil," began one.
"To make torches at 'lections," added another.
"Same as cat-tails," volunteered a third condescendingly.
"Well, even if they were anything like that, he couldn't live in them, could he?" Desire felt that she had made a point at last.