The poor sick one took Paula's soft hand between her thin ones, and raised it to her lips, "You have been like God's angel to me."
"No, no, Louisa, Louisa!"
"Yes, and you loved me, mademoiselle, and your love revealed to me God's love! May He bless you richly!"
"Amen," sighed Teresa.
Then again came that terrible cough which seemed to tear the poor weak body in two.
"I can do no more," she murmured, as soon as she was able to speak.
"Well," said Teresa, "you will soon be with the Lord Jesus in heaven."
A contented sigh came from the bed as we caught the words, "Oh, what happiness!"
"Is there nothing you would like us to do for you? No word to send to some friend or relative?"
"I have no other friend but Cordero, the cat. What will become of him?"