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Don't stay late, for the days are getting short, and it gets terribly cold when the sun goes down." Paula herself suddenly became very timid as we entered the Rue Blanche and asked a young girl where Mlle. Virtud lived. "Ah, you are looking for Mademoiselle," said a childish voice. "It's you, Victoria," Paula cried, "I'm so glad to find you here. Yes, we are looking for Mlle. Virtud."
"Poor Mademoiselle Virtud," said Paula one day, "I am sure she has some secret burden." "Nobody likes her," I said. "God loves her!" "And you?" I questioned. "Oh, certainly," said Paula. "Notwithstanding she is so disagreeable?" "I do not know. We don't know her outside of school." "And I don't want to know her. As for you, you love everybody that nobody else loves."
Virtud was not in class this morning." "That's all the same to me," I said with indifference, "except that if I had known that, I would have gone to school anyway in spite of my chilblains." "Do they still hurt you so badly," Paula asked. "Yes, quite a bit; but not so badly as yesterday, and it bores me terribly to stay at home alone.
Virtud of your desire to have a night-school for the Breton and his friends, and then spoke to others about it and well, now you've seen the result. You owe most of your thanks to Mlle. Virtud who brought the thing about and gave us the use of the room." "Which room," said Mlle. Virtud, with a dry little smile, "had no value whatsoever, you'll remember."
Virtud and Gabriel had been invited over to breakfast; but aside from that occurrence there was nothing unusual as yet to indicate that we were celebrating Paula's birthday. When the meal was finished, however, my father folded up his napkin, and with an air of mock gravity said, "Why, let me see, this is Paula's birthday; isn't it?
As we entered, Madame Bertin came toward us with her apron to her eyes and Mile. Virtud made signs for us to come over to the bed, as she slightly raised the sick girl's head. "Dearest Marguerite," said our teacher; "Here are Paula and Lisita."
"Lisita, it is true," Paula said, "Mademoiselle Virtud is quite ill; she tried to get up this morning and wasn't able to raise her head. Victoria, the little girl who was speaking to me just now, knows her very well; in fact, she lives in the same courtyard." "Who is taking care of her?" I said. "No one, as far as I can find out. Do you think Teresa would let us go to see her?"
My father also showed his great satisfaction, and in fact everybody rejoiced to see that at last we were both making progress. In spite of all, however, there was one great heavy weight on my heart, and I cried myself to sleep that night I think Mlle. Virtud also felt badly that we were leaving her, but she made us promise to come and visit her.
I whispered in her ear, "Teresa, I've come to love Mademoiselle Virtud." "Good! good!" exclaimed the old servant; "that's something new indeed! And why has the wind so suddenly changed in her direction?" "It's because I know her now!" I said.
"Many thanks for telling me about Jesus and His love for me. Sing " The sentence was never finished, but Paula's sweet voice rose, as once again she sang the sublime words: "There is no night there." "Is she dead?" I said, as we looked down on the still white face. "Her eyes are open now," said Mlle. Virtud tenderly, "in the City where there is no night!" It was a snowy, blustery day.
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