" And Rosa, like Teresa, at last yielded to her
pleading.
"How is Catalina now?" was my first question on returning from school.
"Always the same," Paula would say.
"Do you think, Paula, she'll ever get well?"
"That I don't know, Lisita. But I believe she will. Teresa prays for her,
and so do I. God is able to heal all the sick people. You know that; don't
you, Lisita?"
And then, as she thought of the dear sick one that the Lord had not healed,
whose body was lying in the faraway Waldensian valley she added, "I know
the Lord did not heal my father, but then, you know, he was _prepared_ to
go."
"What do you mean 'prepared'?" I said, a bit puzzled.
"Oh, I mean to say that my father had given his heart to the Lord Jesus,
and so he was _ready_ to go to heaven."
"I suppose it is very difficult to prepare one's self for heaven," I said
guardedly.
"Oh, no," said Paula. "If we ask the Lord Jesus to give us a new heart, He
always does so."
"What do you think," I said, "has Catalina received a new heart?"
"I don't know," and Paula hesitated, "but I don't think so. She torments
herself so, and seems so afraid to die."
"Oh, Paula, how I wish she would get well! Before she became so ill, I
didn't care for her a bit, and I believe she didn't care for me either.
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