Her room, with
its white bed adorned with blue curtains and its magnificent view of the
fields and mountains, was the most beautiful in the whole house. A pair of
canaries sang for her in their respective corners; the finest fruits were
always for her; and as she was a great reader, new books were continually
brought in; but nothing seemed to have power to put a smile of satisfaction
on her thin, wasted face.
Poor Catalina! It was certainly true--I didn't love her very much. I was so
accustomed to see my sister in her invalid state that her pitiful condition
didn't seem to move me, and she was always in such a bad humor that I only
went to see her on rare occasions.
However, on this particular afternoon, I had, of course, a great desire to
carry her the news of our cousin's coming, and so I gladly went to visit
her; but forgetting all the warnings of Rosa I burst open the door like a
gust of wind.
Catalina was lying with her face toward the wall with the curtains of the
bed partly drawn, and a green shade had been placed over the cages of the
two birds in order to stop their singing. Under other circumstances I would
have prudently retired, thinking that Catalina, more irritated or sicker
than usual, was endeavoring to sleep.
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