She was troubled as she dropped in the door. But
she could do nothing.
By and by she heard screams. She sprang up. Sara came running around
the mill. Her dress was on fire!
"Delpha! Delpha!" she screamed, "Delpha, help me!" She seemed crazed
with fright.
"Fazei--bem--aos--que--vos--tem--odio!"
Did a voice say it to Delpha? She snatched a great canvas bag used
for olive-picking, and a shawl. She ran to Sara. She breathlessly
tore at the blazing garments, rolling Sara in the shawl and canvas
bag. Blackened, sobbing, Sara lay at length safe on the ground.
Delpha ran for water and olive oil.
As Delpha gently spread some olive oil on the burns, Sara flung her
arms about Delpha's neck.
"Amiga!" (friend) she sobbed, and the enmity between the girls was
over.
Miles away, Miss Elizabeth one day said to herself, "I don't believe
we can ever use that squash I brought home from those Portuguese!
But anyhow the squash made that Portuguese woman feel that she paid
for the Bible! I hope she reads it, poor soul!"
But Miss Elizabeth did not know the whole story of the squash of the
Esvidos, or of the message that the Biblia had brought to Delpha's
heart.
THE VERSE MARTIN READ.
Martin put his bare feet down through the thick dust of the country
road. It was warm summer, and he was used to going barefoot, even to
Sunday-school, from which he was now returning.
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