"'We ought to obey God, rather than men!'" murmured my father two or three
times, as he read the words of Holy Writ, while Paula looked at him with
confident eyes, even though a few tears still lingered.

"Let us see, now, something of the context," he added. "Oh, yes, here it
is," and he commenced to read aloud,

"'And the high priest asked them saying, Did not we straitly command you
that ye should not teach in this name? and, behold, ye have filled
Jerusalem with your doctrine, and intend to bring this man's blood upon
us. Then Peter and the other apostles answered and said, _We ought to
obey God rather than men_.'"

Teresa, who had forgotten the tablecloth, came to get it, and smiled as she
saw that happiness had again returned to Paula's countenance; for nothing
pleased the good woman more than to find everybody in the house happy.

My father leaving certain directions relative to Catalina whom he had found
very weak that morning, gathered up his papers, also the Bible, and started
to go out.

"Uncle," Paula reminded him timidly, "you've made a mistake. You are
carrying my Bible away with your papers."

"Yes, that is true, but I've made no mistake. I'm keeping your Bible now."

"And you will return it to me tonight, uncle?"

"And why tonight?"