"We'll be seeing you again on Saturday."
She ran down the street quickly in order to return before the gathering
storm broke.
Louis followed shortly to return to his uncle's, whistling cheerfully as he
went; but his cheerfulness seemed to me to be a little too exaggerated to
be real.
After I'd finished my task I sought out Teresa at the other end of the
great house.
"Paula has a bad headache," I said.
"Why didn't she tell me that?" said Teresa. "I'd have sent Louis, but I
didn't think of it at the time"
I opened my mouth to say something, and then I shut it again. I had begun
slowly to learn from Paula's example not to be a "tattle-tale."
Meanwhile the sky grew darker. Suddenly Teresa said,
"I don't know what's keeping Paula, Here, Lisita! Take this umbrella and go
and meet her. I'm afraid she'll be caught in the rain before she gets
back."
I soon found her as she turned in at the bottom of the Rue Darnetal. "We
must hurry," she said as the thunder began to mutter in the distance.
Hardly had she spoken when a flash of lightning almost blinded us. This was
followed almost immediately by a great crash of thunder that seemed to
shake the very ground under our feet.
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