After my father had gone, nothing was talked of except our cousin Paula.
When would she come? What would she be like? Would she be content to be
here among us? All these were questions which we could not answer as we
knew very little about her. They had told me that Paula lived in the
Waldensian Valley--a country where the inhabitants fed on black bread and
lived in homes that were like stables. I had no idea just exactly where the
mountains of Piedmont were. I had searched the map without being able to
find the region, but I supposed it must be somewhere between France, Italy
and Switzerland.
There was another thing I had found out; namely, that Paula was about my
own age. What happiness! This fact I repeated over and over until Louis
told me to keep quiet. This attitude on his part I put down as discontent
because Paula wasn't a boy, so I kept repeating, "Paula's the same as me!"
"For mercy's sake, will you keep quiet, Lisita? Besides you have your
grammar twisted as usual. It doesn't surprise me in the least that you're
always at the foot of the class, if that's the way you study."
"You can talk to me as you like," I answered, "but when Paula gets here
I'll never speak to you again, and I'll tell her not to say a word to you
either.
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