"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."

"Oh," sobbed Catalina, "everything is done without me now! Because I am
nothing more than an invalid, everything is arranged without consulting me!
What difference does it make to you--who are able to laugh and run and
play--if I suffer here without having a thing to say about what goes on in
the house! How would you like to be in my place? Father never came to say
one single word to me about the matter, and now without consulting me as to