He who picks ripe olives into a hard bucket knows not his business.
Beneath another olive tree sat the mother, the daughter, and the son, washing olives in a water-trough.

The small black dog raised his voice, and did his best to inform the Esvidos that a stranger eyed their olive-washing.
"You read Portuguese ?" asked Miss Elizabeth, smiling on the busy group.

Miss Elizabeth was not a book-agent, but, moved by the religious destitution of the Portuguese, she had devised the plan of buying at some city book-store Bibles or Testaments in Portuguese, and then going into the surrounding country and hunting for Portuguese who could read.

To such, on account of their poverty, Miss Elizabeth often sold for ten cents a Bible she had bought for forty or sixty cents.

She would gladly have given the Bibles free, but from observation she had become persuaded that those Portuguese who paid a few cents for a Bile were much more likely to read it than were those to whom one was given for nothing.
At Miss Elizabeth's question the united Esvido family looked at the mother.