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.