Dirty is paying us a visit and my little boy is sitting at her feet.  
She has buried her fingers in her hair and is reading, reading, reading. . . .
 
She is learning the Ten Commandments by heart. She and repeats herself, with eyes in her head and a despairing mouth:
 
"Thou shalt . . . Thou shalt not . . . Thou shalt . . ."
 
The boy watches her with tender .
 
He has already learnt a couple of the commandments by listening to her and helps her, now and then, with a word. Then he comes to me and asks, anxiously:
 
"Father, must Dirty do all that the Ten Commandments say?"
 
"Yes."
 
He sits down by her again. His heart is with pity, his eyes are moist. She does not look at him, but on bravely:
 
"Thou shalt . . . Thou shalt not . . ."
 
"Father, when I grow big, must I also do............