"Elena," called the boy softly; "here are some visitors to see you."
"For me?" said a voice from the darkness--a voice which we recognized at
once.
"Well, then, Gabriel, please take the shawl from the window; they will find
it too dark here."
"But Elena, the light will make your head ache."
"No, no, dear; it's alright now I've slept a bit, and I feel better."
Presently the shawl came down from the window, allowing us to see the form
of poor Mlle. Virtud on the bed.
"Oh," she said, "so it's you! It's very kind of you, dear children, to come
and see me!"
We stood near the door transfixed as we looked on the face of our poor sick
teacher and we saw what a terrible change a few days had made. The little
boy came and stood near his elder sister with a mixed air of concern and
deep affection.
"And how is everybody at the school?" asked the invalid. And Paula told her
a bit about the small happenings in the class.
"And so Mademoiselle Virginia has taken the class. I am sure you must love
her very much."
"Not as much as we do you, dear teacher," said Paula.
"Oh, Paula, you just say that to make me feel good; do you not?" and poor
Mlle. Virtud looked from one to the other of us a bit sadly I thought.
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