A woman who could read Portuguese ought to have a Bible, and she ought to pay something for it in order to interest her in it thoroughly.

Miss Elizabeth's eyes spied a yellow squash.

She did not want it, but it would be payment.
"You give me squash, I give you Biblia Sagrada," she proposed.
"How you take it ?" asked Mr.Esvido, smiling.
Miss Elizabeth opened her hands with a gesture that showed she meant to carry the squash, hidden as much as possible under her short cape.
"We make trade," agreed Mr.Esvido; and Miss Elizabeth, leaving the Bible, bore the big squash away.
But Miss Elizabeth's yellow burden became very heavy before she had gone far on the long country road.

She found at last a wandering piece of newspaper, which she wrapped over as much of the vegetable as possible.

The rest her cape covered, and then she marched on toward the far wires of the electric car-line that had brought her into the country.