"Can you say a pretty verse for me, Frankie?" she asked of the little boy who had just seen a fish throw himself out of the lake, and was eagerly watching for a second glimpse of him.
"Yes'm. Dat's a pollywod, I dess," said Frankie, with his eyes on the water.
"That's a great Bible verse," said Fred, beginning a giggle, in which the other boys could not help joining.
"Hush, Fred," said Mrs. Rush. "What was that nice verse I heard mamma teaching you this morning, Frankie?"
"Suffer 'ittle chillens—dat is a pollywod, Fred—suffer 'ittle chillers to tome unto me;" said Frankie.
"And who said that, Frankie?"
"Jesus," answered Frankie, bringing his eyes back from the lake to the face of his teacher, and becoming interested. "Jesus said it, and it means me."
"Yes, it means you, Frankie."
"And Maddie and Bessie," said Frankie.