There! God never made a man till He prepared him a cave to sleep under! I've never slept in the open, yet.

How is it with thee now, lady ?" He was down again before her with the red light of the great bed of coals illuminating him with a glow that was almost an expression of his charity.
She saw that he had the straight serious features of the Ishmaelite, but lacked the fierce yet wondering gaze of the Arab.

Aside from these superior indications in his face there was nothing to separate him from any other shepherd that ranged the mountainous pastures of Palestine.
She, who all her life had never known anything but to expect the tenderest of ministrations, was humbly surprised and grateful at the free-handed generosity of the young stranger.

Momus looked at him with grudging approval.
"It is kindly shelter," she said finally with effort, "and it is warm.
You are very good to us!" "But you have not eaten of my salt," he declared.
Momus showed interest.

It had been long since the last meal in the luxurious house of Costobarus.