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For some minutes, Catalina could not reply, but finally she said, "Lisita, don't cry any more, please. Now, listen." I tried to calm myself. "We need to ask each other's pardon, my poor little sister," she said. "Now kiss me. Tell me that you forgive me." "Oh, yes, indeed, I do forgive you," I answered, "from the bottom of my heart.
"No, no, you're not that bad, and if you wish to be my sister, you will love the Lord Jesus, and you love Him now with all your heart; do you not, Lisita! I don't like to hear you say that you're wicked, for you are a good girl, and I love you dearly, Lisita!" I? I? Good! I stared at my cousin.
That afternoon Paula had gone straight to her room, and I followed soon after to comfort her, but I found her kneeling by her bedside pouring out her heart in true repentance to Him who was ever her unseen Companion. I closed the door gently behind me and stole away. Later Paula said to me, "Oh, Lisita, I'm surely bad indeed.
"The Lord Jesus said that when we go to see the sick it is as if we visited Him. Wouldn't you care to go for love of Him, Lisita?" "Well, we'll talk about that tomorrow," I answered, not daring to refuse on such grounds, and not caring to promise anything either. Teresa gave her permission, and promised herself to visit the sick one at the very first opportunity.
Sobbing, I embraced her, and I felt her hot tears mingling with mine. "Don't let us cry any more," she said presently. "My father has gone to heaven and my mother also. They are there with the Lord. Some day we shall go and join them, and we shall be with them there forever; shall we not, Lisita?" "Yes," I said, somewhat troubled. "See my flowers," she said.
That night on our return we poured into Teresa's sympathetic ears all that had occurred during our eventful visit that afternoon at Celestina's house. Then somewhat later as I was helping her with the dishes in the kitchen, Teresa said, "Do you know, Lisita, it wouldn't surprise me in the least to see the Breton converted and changed by God's power into a decent, respectable man.
"I sent her to the drug store, sir, to get certain medicines that the doctor ordered." "When she returns, send her to Catalina's room. I shall remain there until, until " My poor father could not conclude the sentence. Then turning to me, "When Paula returns I wish you to come in to Catalina's room also, Lisita." "Yes, father," I answered him in a low voice.
"See here, Lisita," and Rosa drew me toward her, "I see that you haven't the slightest desire to study tonight, so close your book, and if you get up early tomorrow morning I'll help you. Do you know what I would do now if I were you." "What?"
Let me see, this is Rosa," and then turning to me, "You are Lisita. Oh, if you only knew how much I love you all!" "Now go and greet your cousin Catalina," said my father. "She is the sick one," he added softly. Paula drew near the big chair where the sick girl re-clined. Catalina was smiling sadly at the young stranger. "Do you also love me a little?" asked my eldest sister.
"Lisita ... Paula ..." I heard Catalina murmur in a far-away voice. "Ah, yes, I remember. Help me up, father." My father lifted the poor thin body of his daughter. In spite of all I could do, I could not keep from crying, thinking that it would be the last time that I would embrace my big sister, whom I had loved so little.
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