This had so increased his duties that he hardly had time
in the morning to take a hurried cup of coffee, before going off to his
work. In the evening, he always went to see Catalina for a few moments, and
then he shut himself in his room where he worked far into the night.
It was, therefore, with a sigh of relief that he sat down at the family
table on Sunday morning to take breakfast with us children.
"Now, then, Paula," he said, turning to our cousin as Teresa served us
coffee, "you haven't told me how you like your new family?"
Paula colored a little as she said, "Oh, I love you all very much, uncle
mine."
"Well, that's a happy reply," said my father, "and we love you also, my
little daughter."
The coffee had been served. Paula had been with us four days and she knew
that we never asked the blessing; but she never dreamed that anyone would
hinder her from following her own custom which she still continued at every
meal. Without any hesitation therefore, she repeated in front of my father,
the words that had surprised us so at our very first meal. "The food which
we receive, O Lord, may it be blessed in the name of the Father, and of the
Son, and of the Holy Ghost.
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