"Louis dear," she said, "won't you please take this letter on your way back
to your uncle's house?"
"No," said Louis sharply; "I never go that way."
"No, I know that; but it would only be a few steps out of your way to leave
it there, and--well--you see--I have quite a headache."
"Teresa told you to take the letter, not me. A fig for your headache! It's
only that you're too lazy to stir!" said Louis.
"Louis!" I shouted, "You ought to be ashamed of yourself! You know well
enough Paula's always willing to do anything for anybody! I'd go myself,
but I simply can't leave what I'm doing now. If Teresa had remembered, she
would have given you the letter and you know it! If you don't take it, I'll
tell father!"
"Do as you please," said Louis coolly. "I'll not be bothered with it!"
I was furious and couldn't keep back the angry tears that now began to roll
down my cheeks.
"Never mind, Lisita," said Paula, as she ran for her hat. Then as she went
through the door she turned for a last look at Louis, "Won't you please
take it, Louis?" she said.
"No!" said Louis--"and that's that!" and he turned his back to Paula.
"Good-bye, Louis dear!" she finally said without the least show of anger,
as she left the house.
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