Countess Gisela #223813

The child smiled, and the smile transformed her face, rounding her haggard cheeks, and lighting up her thin pale lips with an expression of gentle loveliness. Oh, I like him much better too because he is so wise, said she. I tell him all the pretty stories I know or can invent; and there he lies before me on his cushion, blinking his eyes, and purring as hard as he can; he always does so when any thing pleases him. Papa always laughs at me, but yet it is true — pussy knows my name.