"Go quickly, Paula, there's a storm brewing, but I think you can easily get back before it breaks. The Rue Fourmi is not far away." Paula had no time to answer before Teresa disappeared again to the other end of the house. Paula turned to Louis, who was about to start out for his uncle's house, where he stayed during the week in order to be near his school. "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. "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."