"By the way," said Paula, "this is for your cat"—and she put two cents on the table.
The old woman did not seem to understand.
"It's for him, you know," said Paula, "you can buy some liver with this.
Surely Cordero likes liver!"
The pleasure in Louisa's eyes was almost childlike, as she addressed her cat saying, "You must thank this good mademoiselle," and Cordero jumped down and rubbed against Paula in a most affectionate manner.
It was time to leave as the short day was ending and we had to be in the house before dark.
"How can I thank you, mademoiselle?" said Louisa. "Do come to see me soon again, even though I am a poor old woman who nobody loves."
"Oh, Louisa," exclaimed Paula, "there is One who loves you: don't you know
Him?"
Louisa shook her head sadly.
"No, nobody loves me. And to tell you the truth, I don't love anyone else either."
"The Lord Jesus loves you, Louisa."