I never gave a cent to missions in my life -- never will . Never you try to bamboozle me into that ! A hundred a year to the salary and church once a month -- but no spoiling good heathens to make poor Christians ! Why , girl , they would n't be fit for heaven or hell -- clean spoiled for either place -- clean spoiled . Hey , Wilson , have n't you got a smile on yet ? Beats all how you women can sulk ! I never sulked in my life -- it 's just one big flash and crash with me and then -- pouf -- the squall 's over and the sun is out and you could eat out of my hand . '' Norman insisted on driving Faith home after supper and he filled the buggy up with apples , cabbages , potatoes and pumpkins and jars of jam . `` There 's a nice little tom-pussy out in the barn . I 'll give you that too , if you 'd like it . Say the word , '' he said . `` No , thank you , '' said Faith decidedly . `` I do n't like cats , and besides , I have a rooster . '' `` Listen to her . You ca n't cuddle a rooster as you can a kitten . Who ever heard of petting a rooster ? Better take little Tom . I want to find a good home for him . '' `` No . Aunt Martha has a cat and he would kill a strange kitten . ''
XXXXX yielded the point rather reluctantly .
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