The Laughter of Abraham and Sarah

The heat of day is upon the plain of Mamre. The birds had sought the densest foliage, and the wild ani­mals lie panting in the thicket, Abraham sits in his tent under a spreading oak lanquid and drowsy. Look­ing up to scan the stretch of plain that lies within his range of vision, he is aroused by the sight of three wayfarers not far off. Instantly he is on his feet, and hastens to them, bowing himself toward the ground, when once in their immediate presence. He is quick to detect the leader of...