Yochabel: God of Abraham, take my child into Thy hands that he may live to Thy service.
[Little Miriam bowed her head and prayed silently, while Yochabel prayed verbally]
Little Miriam: But, mother, we have not even given him a name.
Yochabel: God will give him a name.
[after speaking, Yochabel then gently, slowly and carefully pushed the basket, towards the Egyptian palace and Nile River]
Yochabel: Follow it, Miriam. Watch it from the reeds. See where the Lord will lead him.
Little Miriam: [With a quiet whisper, to keep from being overheard by any Egyptain, that may be around] Yes, mother.
[Little Miriam's final line, then she looks and watches her unnamed little brother arc, being discovered, by Bithiah]