"That's strange," said the old servant. "That's not a bit like her, with
her happy, humble ways with all of us."

"That may be," said my father, "but it's just as I feared. She's got all
the ideas of her father's family. She talks of nothing but God and the
Bible and of her religion, and that's insupportable in this house."

"Oh, do go slow, sir," Teresa implored. "She's a mere child yet."

"Yes, but she must obey."

Teresa contented herself with a shrug of her shoulders, for she saw that my
father was not going to yield. And now Paula had returned with her Bible in
hand.

"And now," said my father, after a moment of silence, "let us see those
words. Have you found them yet?"

Paula had paused, her hand turning over the pages of her Bible rapidly.
"No, uncle, not yet, but I will find them soon."

Again there was silence. Teresa had returned to the kitchen, the door
closing with a bang to demonstrate her displeasure. Nothing could be heard
but the tick-tack of the clock, and the sound of the turning pages, as
Paula, in spite of her tears, looked for the desired words.

"Here it is," she said at last, smiling in spite of her emotion. "See,
uncle, here you are, at the fifth chapter of Acts, verse 29."