"Besides," continued Teresa, "who can tell but what your uncle will begin
to read your little--what is it you call it?--the Bible?"

"Do you think so? Oh, Teresa! Do you think he will read it himself?"

"Certainly I do, and why not? And when he has read it and found that it is
a good book, I'm sure he will return it to you. So now, just calm yourself
and don't worry any more."

"But," questioned Paula, "do you mean to tell me that my uncle hasn't got a
Bible himself?"

"Yes, he had one once, but I imagine that he must have lost it, for it's
many years since I have seen the one that he had."

"Oh," exclaimed Paula, "what a wonderful thing if my uncle should read my
Bible. For I am sure that he will come to believe in God as my father did,
and then he will let me have my precious Book back again. My father, too,
passed through great affliction. My mother also died, and then my two
sisters, all three in the same year. Father told me that by thus passing
through the fire he had learned not to fix his eyes on the things of this
world, but to find his happiness in God. I don't know how to explain it
very well, of course; but I did understand it fairly well when my father
told me and showed me some of the precious passages in the Book that helped
me to understand."

"I think I also understand," murmured Teresa, drying her own eyes on the
back of her sleeve, as she turned to Rosa. "Rosa, you claim to be very
wise. Tell me, where can one buy a Bible?" Rosa smiled, and said, "I'm not