Why had he done so wicked a thing?
The quarrel over the trouble about the rice looked so little, now! If a poisonous snake should find that opening, and should creep in, and strike his mother, or Pidura, or the little brother, or, the baby! It was dreadful to think of! Why had he blindly followed his anger?
Had he not often heard that he who would be a Christian must forgive others?
Instead of forgiving Pidura, he had done something that perhaps might kill her.
"Be ye kind one to another, tender-hearted, forgiving one another, even as God, for Christ's sake, hath forgiven you." It was what the missionary had said.
"I ought to have forgiven Pidura!" Comale's heart cried.

"Oh, I am bad, bad! How can I bear it, to wait till I can go home to see if all is safe ?" Naturally, Comale's work was not done well, to-day.

But he cared little for criticism of his peeling, when at evening the time came to go home.

He ran all the way.

He plunged headlong into the street where he lived.