"I, uncle? What book can that be?"
"Yes, it may seem strange to you, but you see, you have lived among us in such a way that I am to confess that I wish that my three daughters would imitate your manner of living. You have made me comprehend the love that your Bible speaks of, and of which Christ gave us an example, and which He apparently has put into your life, and so I give back your Bible to you with all my heart."
One can imagine our feelings as we listened to this strange discourse from the lips of him who only a short time before had been so opposed to such things!
"And then, Paula, I have something more to say," said my father. "Do you remember the day when I hit you on the head with your Bible as I took it away from you? I wish to say that I am sorry beyond expression for what I did that day;—and now have you pardoned me, little daughter?"
For reply Paula took my father's hands in hers, then in a flood of generosity and forgetfulness of self she gave her Bible back to him, simply saying, "I give it back to you, dearest uncle!"
"You give it back to me!" said my father, stupefied, "You give me back the Bible you loved so much!" "Yes," answered Paula, "because Teresa has promised to give me another."
"But do you mean to tell me that you would care for a new Bible as much as this one?"
"Oh, no," she said, "Father gave me that one, and it's full of his markings, and it was in that Bible that I learned to love the Lord Jesus."
"And then—?"
"Well, it's because it is the most precious thing that I have in all the world that I give it to you. Because you see I love you so, and I would wish … Oh, how I do wish that you could learn to know Him too."