"Oh, Paula, I swear to you--"
"No, don"t do anything of the kind. 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."
"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. Paula wrote exactly half of my fifty lines, and in order to do so she sacrificed her playtime that afternoon because she wrote so slowly. I performed my twenty-five without further murmuring, and, exacting a promise from Paula that she would go in first, I decided to accompany my cousin on her visit to the teacher.
"Take this," Teresa said to us at the last moment. "It"s just a little chocolate for the sick one, for there is nothing better to fortify her strength."
"Oh, many thanks," said Paula. "You think of everything. By the way I"ve got four cents; what do you think we could buy with them?" Teresa reflected a minute. "Get some oranges, and see that they are good and ripe. 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."
"Come along, then," said Victoria as she blew on her hands that were purple with the cold, "I"ll take you to her door." She took us up four flights of stairs when at last we came to Mlle Virtud"s apartment. "Here you are,"
said our little guide, and downstairs she went. I started to follow her on down. "Oh, Lisita," cried Paula; "remember your promise."
"Well, why don"t you knock?" I said, rather wickedly, as I saw that Paula was having trouble to muster up her courage.
"I don"t know what"s the matter with me; I can"t seem to do it."
In a sudden spirit of mischief I suddenly ran to the door and gave it three tremendous knocks, and then ran into the far comer of the hall.
"Oh, Lisita, how could you," cried poor dismayed Paula.
Pretty soon we heard someone coming slowly to the door, but as if he were dragging something behind him with each step, and then the door opened noiselessly, and there stood a forlorn twisted little figure, a lad of about ten years. As we looked at his face with its halo of golden hair we forgot all about his deformities.
"Have you come to see my sister?" he said.
"Yes," said Paula, "that is, we have come to see Mademoiselle Virtud."
"She is very, very sick," he said, and we saw that it was with difficulty that he restrained his tears. As he opened the door a bit wider to let us in, we saw that a black shawl had been placed over the only window in the room, so that it was extremely difficult after the door was closed for our unaccustomed eyes to see anything in the room.
"Elena," called the boy softly; "here are some visitors to see you."
"For me?" said a voice from the darkness--a voice which we recognized at once.
"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 very kind of you, dear children, to come and see me!"
We stood near the door transfixed as we looked on the face of our poor sick teacher and we saw what a terrible change a few days had made. The little boy came and stood near his elder sister with a mixed air of concern and deep affection.
"And how is everybody at the school?" asked the invalid. And Paula told her a bit about the small happenings in the cla.s.s.
"And so Mademoiselle Virginia has taken the cla.s.s. I am sure you must love her very much."
"Not as much as we do you, dear teacher," said Paula.
"Oh, Paula, you just say that to make me feel good; do you not?" and poor Mlle. Virtud looked from one to the other of us a bit sadly I thought.
At this, Paula came over to the bed and placed her warm hand on the thin cheek of the sick one, as she said, "No, Mademoiselle; it is because it is true, that I said it You are our dear teacher, and we know that you have sacrificed so much and worked so hard to give us knowledge, and so that is why we love you."
"I did my fifty lines!" I burst out, "that is to say, Paula did twenty-five, and I did the rest."
"What"s that you say?" and a smile of amus.e.m.e.nt pa.s.sed over the thin features of the teacher, and yet a certain tender look came into her eyes as she said, "You poor little thing! I"d forgotten all about it!"
"Gabriel," she said, turning to the boy who had been examining us minutely, "these are the young ladies who have been sending you such beautiful flowers. You see, he loves flowers so!" explained Mademoiselle. "Poor child, he cannot walk, and so he has to stay here in this stuffy room all day long. Before I was ill, I was able to take him out in his little carriage, and sometimes we would go as far as the open fields where he could see all the flowers he wanted to, to his heart"s desire, but now that I"m confined to my bed with this heart-attack, those little excursions have become impossible."
"Are you very sick, Mademoiselle?" Paula asked.
"Oh, I feel very much better today. I have suffered greatly. I must get better quickly. Madame Boudre, the princ.i.p.al, wrote me yesterday that she hoped I would be back very soon in my place in the cla.s.s. Madame Boudre doesn"t care to have sick people," and our teacher looked toward the window with its little white curtains and sighed deeply. Gabriel came near the bed, "Don"t worry about that, sister; when I get big I will work for you and become rich, and then you won"t need to go to school at all."
How many things I was discovering, I who thought that the life of the school-teacher was a bed of roses.
"No, never any more," continued the little boy, "I know why you"re sick.
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. He is the youngest of our family, and I am the oldest."
"How is it that Gabriel is not at home with his parents?" questioned Paula.
"Because, you see, he needed certain special treatment which my parents could not give him in the small village where we live; but here in Rouen there are fine doctors and big hospitals. Of course, I doubt if he can be restored completely, but we are doing all we can. That is my one consolation. I didn"t expect that he would be with me so long a time. The first time Gabriel came to Rouen, he went into the big hospital "_Hotel-de-Dieu_" but, after staying there for many months, his hip seemed to be no better, and they could not keep him any longer and then he stayed with me here so that I could take him to the doctor once in a while."
"You"ll tire yourself, Mademoiselle, talking to us," broke in Paula, who had learned this much, taking care of Catalina.
"Do you think so," said Mademoiselle, "I know I"m not very well yet, but it isn"t very often that I have the pleasure of a visit from my pupils, and so I"m profiting by it. You see, I took Gabriel home once, but when I started to return, the poor boy begged so hard to come back with me that finally my parents agreed; so he"s been with me now for several years. We are very happy, are we not, Gabriel? You see, when I"m in school he"s able to tidy up the house and wash the dishes. What would I do without my little Gabriel?" she said, as she playfully pulled the little boy"s hair.
"And I," said Gabriel, "What would I do without you? In fact, what would everybody do around this whole court without you? Wasn"t it you who--"
"There, that will do," said Mlle. Virtud. "You mustn"t tell all the family secrets. We are here in this world to help others; are we not, Lisita?"
"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. During the next few minutes there was quite a silence, and I began to shiver with cold, and we noticed that there was no fire in the grate.