If you were to get up early you would feel God's kiss on the flowers and on the grass.

And that was why the birds were singing then.

God had kissed them in the night, and they were glad.
One day Israel took Naomi to the mearrah of the Jews, the little cemetery outside the town walls where he had buried Ruth.

And there he told her of her mother once more; that she was in the grave, but also with God; that she was dead, but still alive; that Naomi must not expect to find her in that place, but, nevertheless, that she would see her yet again.
"Do you remember her, Naomi ?" he said.

"Do you remember her in the old days, the old dark and silent days?
Not Fatimah, and not Habeebah, but some one who was nearer to you than either, and loved you better than both; some one who had soft hands, and smooth cheeks, and long, silken, wavy hair--do you remember, little one ?" "Y-es, I think--I _think_ I remember," said Naomi.
"That was your mother, my darling." "My mother ?" "Ah, you don't know what a mother is, sweetheart.