"Come, maiden," called Ezra from without.
"Fare-thee-well, dear mother," murmured the little maid.
Sarah kissed tenderly the sweet, upturned face.
"Fare-thee-well, my child," she said, tremulously. "God be with thee."
Then the little maid passed through the doorway and out into the grayness of the breaking day. Ezra lifted her upon the ass's back and she turned her face towards Samaria.
When Isaac awoke he called his mother to him and said:
"Mother, has my sister started for Samaria?"
"Yes, my son," replied Sarah.
His lips quivered.