"If your
grandfather has a cow, it must be that he really lives in the country," she
said.
"Of course he lives in the country," I said, "it is so beautiful there. But
don't you think that we also are living in the country here in 'The
Convent'?" Paula laughed heartily at this but made no further comment.
At last the annual letter of invitation arrived. I recognized it on account
of the beautiful handwriting of my grandmother. "It is for next Saturday,"
announced my father, "and we are all invited to stay until Monday. And now
listen, Paula, this concerns you. Grandmother writes, 'It would delight me
very much to embrace our new little relative. I hope that from now on she
will keep a warm place in her heart for her old grandmother who loves her
without having ever met her.'"
Teresa, who was indeed tired out with the care of Catalina, and who was
very sensitive to warm weather, was no less happy than we were, for she,
too, was to go with us. Only Catalina manifested no enthusiasm over the
coming visit. My father observing this said to her anxiously, "You have
nothing to say, daughter mine?"
"I'm not going, father."
"What's that you say? You've been much better these last days and are well
able to stand the trip.
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