What will become of him?"
Teresa hated cats, and we never dared bring one into the home, but now we
saw a struggle going on within her, and finally she said, "Would you be
happy if we took him home with us?"
"Oh, indeed, yes," said the poor dying woman, "but please don't take him
yet. Leave him with me until the end. He has been my only comfort and the
nights are so long."
Louisa, however, did not remain alone any longer, for Teresa and several
kind neighbors took their turns night and day to care for the poor invalid.
Teresa brought from home pillows and blankets, and had a good hot fire
always going in the grate. Dr. Lebon was called immediately, but it was too
late; he could only make her last hours more comfortable. A few days later
she died in Teresa's arms. A beautiful smile on the yellow wrinkled face
gave it a happy expression that had never been seen there before.
CHAPTER TWELVE
A TREASURE RESTORED
Our birthdays generally passed without celebration, either in the form of
presents or parties, principally because my father disliked holiday
festivities, as they seemed to bring back to him more bitterly the loss of
her who could no longer share their joy with him.
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