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Here Paula stopped, not knowing whether to go on to the end of the chapter. Mlle. Virtud then dosed her eyes, but one could see she was not sleeping. Paula waited in silence, and so did the old lady as she stood there with her rough, toil-worn hands clasped beneath her apron. "Read some more," said Gabriel, "No," said Mlle. Virtud.
Virtud at the same time, suggested that perhaps she had someone who was ill in the house. "She," I cried, "Mile. Virtud! Who do you think would ever have such a disagreeable thing in the house with them! Besides, she has told us that her family live far away in the country." "I don't know," said Paula; "but do you remember the day when we saw her carrying flowers back home with her.
"No! You go ahead and wash your windows. I'll tell you tomorrow." The next day I had forgotten Teresa and her "idea." As I started for school she called after me, "Tell Mademoiselle Virtud, your teacher, that I want to see her just as soon as possible I have to speak to her about something." In a flash I remembered what had happened the day before, and I guessed at once her secret. "Teresa!"
Besides a general dedication to Portocarrero, the collection includes three individual poems which are dedicated to that personage: Virtud, hija del Cielo; No siempre es poderosa; La cana y alta cumbre. In La cana y alta cumbre there is a reference to la cruda guerra que agora el Marte airado despierta en la alta sierra.
Y estas niñas de hoy que adoran en Rizal y que le dedican sus cantos y oraciones, mañana se convertirán en las ciudadanas, que no serán, como la infeliz Maria Clara, víctimas de las injusticias sociales, sino reparadoras de ellas, y sublimes propagadoras del bien, de la virtud de la gloria y grandeza de su patria. Sí; abrigo esa esperanza, tengo fé en la libertad de la mujer.
"Yes, Mademoiselle," I answered, and I was filled with fear that there might be another sermon coming. However, Mlle. Virtud began to tell us of the rest of the family and of the little village to which they returned at vacation time; and one could see that her heart was there with her loved ones.
Monsieur Bouche has promised to fix the fence and put a new coat of paint on the house, and with some of our plants placed in the front garden, it will be a fitting place for your dear teacher and her Gabriel to live in." "You'll certainly spoil us!" said Mlle. Virtud. "What a joy it will be to leave that stuffy apartment in town. And Gabriel is so pale and weak!
No matter what I do in the class she punishes me for the slightest thing; and not only do I suffer in class, but I get twenty-five lines to copy after school, so that I have no time to play with the rest of them. How I do detest that woman!" "Of whom were you speaking?" asked Teresa, who appeared at that moment. "Of the school-teacher, Mlle. Virtud."
"Well, then, Gabriel, please take the shawl from the window; they will find it too dark here." "But Elena, the light will make your head ache." "No, no, dear; it's alright now I've slept a bit, and I feel better." Presently the shawl came down from the window, allowing us to see the form of poor Mlle. Virtud on the bed. "Oh," she said, "so it's you!
It's because the school-children trouble you, and as you told me it gave you so much pain to punish them, but when I get big you shall see, as I said before." Mlle. Virtud looked at the little face with its great earnest eyes. "I'm afraid you will have to wait a long, long time," she said tenderly, "I don't think I ever told you young ladies that I had a little brother at home.
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