Unclean, unclean!" The words sufficed.

Amrah fell upon her face, sobbing so loud the people at the well heard her.

Suddenly she arose upon her knees again.
"O my mistress, where is Tirzah ?" "Here I am, Amrah, here! Will you not bring me a little water ?" The habit of the servant renewed itself.

Putting back the coarse hair fallen over her face, Amrah arose and went to the basket and uncovered it.
"See," she said, "here are bread and meat." She would have spread the napkin upon the ground, but the mistress spoke again, "Do not so, Amrah.

Those yonder may stone you, and refuse us drink.
Leave the basket with me.