One little curly-haired boy, with a very grave face, was eating pudding very slowly and solemnly—so I said to him:
“Do you like pudding best?”
Little Boy. “Isss.”
“And can you read?”
Little Boy. “Isss.”
“And write?”
Little Boy. “Isss.”
“And have you got a sister?”
Little Boy. “Isss.”
“And does she wash your face so nicely?”