"By the way," said Paula, "this is for your cat"--and she put two cents on
the table.
The old woman did not seem to understand.
"It's for him, you know," said Paula, "you can buy some liver with this.
Surely Cordero likes liver!"
The pleasure in Louisa's eyes was almost childlike, as she addressed her
cat saying, "You must thank this good mademoiselle," and Cordero jumped
down and rubbed against Paula in a most affectionate manner.
It was time to leave as the short day was ending and we had to be in the
house before dark.
"How can I thank you, mademoiselle?" said Louisa. "Do come to see me soon
again, even though I am a poor old woman who nobody loves."
"Oh, Louisa," exclaimed Paula, "there is One who loves you: don't you know
Him?"
Louisa shook her head sadly.
"No, nobody loves me. And to tell you the truth, I don't love anyone else
either."
"The Lord Jesus loves you, Louisa."
"The Lord Jesus? Tell me about Him, mademoiselle; I have heard the
name--who is He?"
"The Lord Jesus is He who died on the cross, that you might go to Heaven.
He suffered much before He died. They despised Him. They beat Him. They
spat in His face. Even His own friends deserted Him and He was so poor that
He didn't have any place at night to lay His head.
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