She herself had her husband for companion and comrade, but her little Naomi was doubly and trebly alone--first, alone as a child that is the only child of her parents; again, alone as a child whose parents are cut off from the parents of other children; and yet again, once more, alone as a child that is blind and dumb.
But Israel saw it also, and one day he brought home with him from the Kasbah a little black boy with a sweet round face and big innocent white eyes which might have been the eyes of an angel.

The boy's name was Ali, and he was four years old.

His father had killed his mother for infidelity and neglect of their child, and, having no one to buy him out of prison, he had that day been executed.

Then little Ali had been left alone in the world, and so Israel had taken him.
Ruth welcomed the boy, and adopted him.

He had been born a Mohammedan, but secretly she brought him up as a Jew.