I took Mitis in my hands, stretched them out and drew them up again.
He is less strong than Mitis, and possibly less precocious in this respect.
I stretch out my finger to Mitis, who is still lying on the spot where I found him at first.
Mitis has tumbled off the bed with affright, uttering a plaintive cry.
Riquet has become more patient, and Mitis more lively during the last few days.
