On New Year's Day,
however, he always gave a little gift to each one of us. It was our custom
to write him in turn "A Happy New Year" letter.
Louis would always come from school to visit us during his New Year's
holidays, and we had quite a number of visitors who bored us dreadfully.
For me it was a time of good resolutions, and I would go to Teresa and say
invariably as I embraced her, "I wish you a very happy New Year, Teresa.
Will you please forgive me for all the trouble I have caused you this past
year? And this new year, I am going to be very good." Unfortunately Teresa
never saw any change.
As Christmas-time drew near, Paula questioned me as to how we celebrated
that day.
"We don't celebrate it," I said.
"Oh, Lisita, is that true? You do nothing special on that day?" questioned
my poor cousin surprised.
"No, Christmas with us is not nearly so important as the New Year. Oh, yes;
I generally have to put on my Sunday dress, and then I can't play, for
Teresa is afraid I'll soil it."
"Oh," said Paula whose great eyes seemed to contemplate an invisible
splendor. "In my country we always had a Christmas-tree, and celebrated the
birth of the Lord Jesus.
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