Yet if trouble should fall upon you, go to the window-place wherever you may be, and strike upon that harp of yours, and call thrice upon the name of Kepher.

Doubtless there will be some listening who will hear you and bring me the news in the Desert, where I dwell who do not love towns, and then I may be able to help you." "I thank you, my Father, and I will remember.

But pardon me if I ask how can one so----" and she paused.
"So old, so ragged and so miserable give help to man or woman--that is what you would say, Daughter Neferte, is it not?
Well, judge not from the outward seeming; good wine is often found in jars of common clay, and the fire hid in a rough flint can destroy a city." "And therefore a wanderer who can swallow his own shadow can aid another wanderer in distress," remarked Tua drily.

"My Father, I understand, who although I am still young, have seen many things and ere now been dragged out of deep water by strange hands." "Such as those of Phoenician pirates," suggested Kepher.

"Well, good-bye.
I go to purchase what you need with the price of these pearls, and then the Desert calls me for a while.