My wife and I were again delighted when Tárcio, the next in line, repeated the same phrase that we had heard three times already, “Father, I want to go to Bethel. ”
Mēs ar sievu atkal izjutām prieku, kad Tarsio, nākamais pēc vecuma, atkārtoja to pašu frāzi, ko bijām dzirdējuši jau trīs reizes: ” Tēvs, es gribu doties uz Bēteli. ”