Catalina was lying with her face toward the wall with the curtains of the bed partly drawn, and a green shade had been placed over the cages of the two birds in order to stop their singing. Under other circumstances I would have prudently retired, thinking that Catalina, more irritated or sicker than usual, was endeavoring to sleep. Doubtless our old servant had come in to speak to her regarding Paula, and finding her apparently asleep had arranged things as I found them. She turned her head on hearing me come in and in a sharp tone exclaimed, "What a noise, Lisita! Can't you give me a single quiet moment!" "You know I haven't been here all day!" I answered impatiently. "In fact, I haven't been here since yesterday morning, and besides, I forgot that Rosa told me that you had a headache." "Well, you know it now!" "So you wouldn't care to have me tell you the big news!" "No!" "Well, I am going to tell you anyhow, because I can't keep it to myself any longer! Uncle John is dead!" "Uncle John! Dead?" "Yes, and I'm happy!" "What do you mean, you're happy!" "Well, I am happy!--not because Uncle John is dead, but because his little girl, Paula, who is just my age, is coming to live with us, so, of course, why shouldn't I be happy?" "Well, you can just forget your 'happiness,' because Paula is _not_ going to live with us. I can tell you that right now!" "And why not? Father said she was coming! You can ask Teresa, or Rosa, or Louis!" "I am not going to ask anyone, but I tell you that Paula is _not_ coming here! No! and indeed, NO! I've got enough to put up with, with Louis and you! It seems as if you tear my head apart, for you quarrel from morning till night; and when you play it seems as if the house is coming down; and now suppose another bad-mannered little girl should come among us! But I tell you it _never_ shall happen!" "You're not the one who orders things here!" "Neither do you, you impertinent little thing." "Now, don't get mad, Catalina!" I cried, as I burst into tears. "You don't know what you are talking about. You do not realize that Paula has no one in the world to care for her. Teresa read us the letter out loud. I know I'm not a good girl and I'm almost as disagreeable as you are, but I am going to be good when Paula comes. You shall see. She will be my dearly beloved sister and she is almost exactly my age. Oh, I certainly shall love her so, and we shall always be together and we, we...." "Keep quiet, Lisita. Your tongue runs like a mill-wheel. Besides, where did you get all these details?" "It was this afternoon, just as we finished tea. They wrote to father, and father gave the letter to Teresa, and Teresa said that a little extra work didn't bother her, and so father said, 'All right, let her come!'" "And I? Father said nothing about me?" "Not that I remember."