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You hurt me talking that way, and you make Lisita and Paula cry." "Are you really crying, Lisita?" And Catalina turned her feverish eyes toward me. "How strange! I have not been a very good sister to you, and I always thought you didn't care for me." "Oh, Catalina," I exclaimed, kneeling beside the bed, "please don't die. I do love you so.
But really and truly I had no idea that she would take it that way!" Teresa jumped up quickly, saying under her breath, "What next?" and then to me, "You certainly are a troublesome youngster, my poor Lisita!" "But Teresa, I vow to you...." "Be quiet, and go back to Catalina's room! I'll be there as soon as I can!" I left the kitchen well content.
It's useless, for I've seen it myself, and I'm sure teacher would say nothing if I were to help you in order that we should both be able to see her. I'm sure she would be so delighted, Lisita. When my father was so ill, all his pupils came to see him, and he was so happy." "Your father wasn't like Mlle. Virtud though. Never! Never! I'll never go to see her."
"No," insisted Paula, "let's pray now." Our poor servant looked around her in dismay. "I ! I pray here! In front of you and Lisita and Rosa! Never ! Besides, I wouldn't know what to say." "Do you mean to say that you don't know, 'Our Father which art in heaven?" "Perhaps, but it's some time since I've repeated that prayer. I remember my poor mother.
"And another thing," said my father, "she is the one who has taken over the responsibility of the night-school. Otherwise I could not have permitted you to take up such a task. Then Rosa is going to help when she can, and Lisita has an idea she can do something also." "And I," said Louis, "where do I come into the picture?"
We all helped to decorate it with gold and silver nuts, and we hung apples and oranges everywhere on its branches. But the beautiful part were the candles. There were hundreds of them in blue, green, red, white and yellow. If you could only have seen how beautiful it was, Lisita, when the candles were lit, especially when they crowned the top of the tree with a lovely white angel.
"Well, he won't do it again; that's one thing certain," said the doctor. "Oh, let him go!" said Paula generously. "Paula," said the doctor with a severity we had never seen in him before, "Go back to the house with Lisita!" We had nothing to do but obey. On the way back we could tell by Joseph's cries that he was having a bad time of it!
She hesitated a moment, and then continued in her quiet, simple way. "It's God that has done it! It's quite a bit like when one gives their heart to Jesus Christ. He takes it stained and scarred with sin, and then He makes it white like the snow. Don't you see, Lisita?" "Yes, I see," I said. "Do you really see, dear Lisita?" And Paula drew me quite close to her.
He had been the principal subject of our conversation as each night we came together in the big warm kitchen on those long winter evenings. Finally one evening just as we were finishing the dishes, there came two hesitating knocks on the outer door. "I wonder who can be calling at this hour," said Rosa. "It sounds like some child that can't knock very well," said Catalina. "Open the door, Lisita!"
It seems as if Catalina was there, dead in her bed, and I hardly dare to come home. If I had not been so wicked to her before she became so ill, I know I would not feel so." "Now listen, Lisita! This is what you ought to do. You ought to ask the Lord Jesus to heal Catalina." "He'd never do it for me," I said. "And why not?" asked Paula.
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