You shall bring us the little we need--not long now--not long.

You shall come every morning and evening thus, and--and"-- the voice trembled, the strong will almost broke down--"and you shall tell us of him, Amrah; but to him you shall say nothing of us.

Hear you ?" "Oh, it will be so hard to hear him speak of you, and see him going about looking for you--to see all his love, and not tell him so much as that you are alive!" "Can you tell him we are well, Amrah ?" The servant bowed her head in her arms.
"No," the mistress continued; "wherefore to be silent altogether.
Go now, and come this evening.

We will look for you.

Till then, farewell." "The burden will be heavy, O my mistress, and hard to bear," said Amrah, falling upon her face.
"How much harder would it be to see him as we are," the mother answered as she gave the basket to Tirzah.