Eagerly her fingers turned the precious
pages. Suddenly out fell a five-franc-piece.
"There, there," said my father, as she tried to express her thanks, "I am
more than satisfied, if I have made you happy."
"Happy!" said Paula, "I am more than happy!" She took her beloved Book, and
as she turned its pages she found still other treasures--a few faded
flowers which to my mind appeared to have no value whatsoever, and yet I
could see that they seemed to call up once more the precious memories of
her past life in that far-off Waldensian Valley.
"Dear uncle," said Paula, "Did you read the Book?"
"Yes, I read part of it, but if I have returned it to you today, it is not
because I have finished reading it, nor is it because Catalina has begged
me to return it to you. It is because you have obliged me to read another
book."
"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.
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