He 's a clever boy . Faith is eleven . She is a regular tomboy but pretty as a picture , I must say . '' `` She looks like an angel but she is a holy terror for mischief , Mrs. Dr. dear , '' said Susan solemnly . `` I was at the manse one night last week and Mrs. James Millison was there , too . She had brought them up a dozen eggs and a little pail of milk -- a VERY little pail , Mrs. Dr. dear . Faith took them and whisked down the cellar with them . Near the bottom of the stairs she caught her toe and fell the rest of the way , milk and eggs and all . You can imagine the result , Mrs. Dr. dear . But that child came up laughing . ' I do n't know whether I 'm myself or a custard pie , ' she said . And Mrs. James Millison was very angry . She said she would never take another thing to the manse if it was to be wasted and destroyed in that fashion . '' `` Maria Millison never hurt herself taking things to the manse , '' sniffed Miss Cornelia . `` She just took them that night as an excuse for curiosity . But poor Faith is always getting into scrapes . She is so heedless and impulsive . '' `` Just like me . I 'm going to like your Faith , '' said Anne decidedly . `` She is full of spunk -- and I do like spunk , Mrs. Dr. dear , '' admitted Susan .
`` There 's something taking about her , '' conceded Miss XXXXX .
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