I have come to take you to him." "Poor Amrah!" said Tirzah, compassionately.
"No," cried Amrah, detecting the doubt underlying the expression--"no, as the Lord lives, even the Lord of Israel, my God as well as yours, I speak the truth.

Go with me, I pray, and lose no time.

This morning he will pass by on his way to the city.

See! the day is at hand.
Take the food here--eat, and let us go." The mother listened eagerly.

Not unlikely she had heard of the wonderful man, for by this time his fame had penetrated every nook in the land.
"Who is he ?" she asked.
"A Nazarene." "Who told you about him ?" "Judah." "Judah told you?
Is he at home ?" "He came last night." The widow, trying to still the beating of her heart, was silent awhile.
"Did Judah send you to tell us this ?" she next asked.
"No.