“What sort of tasks?”
“Counting the geese. A flock of geese has flown past—”
“Ah, I know,” said Kuzma. “And what else?”
“Also mice—”
“They are to be counted too?”
“Yes. Six mice were walking along carrying six copper coins,” mumbled Senka rapidly, casting a sidelong glance at Kuzma’s silver watch chain. “One mouse, which was bigger, carried two coins. How many does that make in all—?”
“Splendid. And what are the verses?”
“The verses are ‘Who is he?’”
“Have you learned them?”