It helps . '' `` Dear girlie , I 'm sorry to have to tell you that Mrs. Blythe is n't home , '' said Miss West , sympathetically . `` She went to Avonlea to-day and is n't coming back till the last of the week . '' Faith 's lip quivered . `` Then I might as well go home again , '' she said miserably . `` I suppose so -- unless you think you could bring yourself to talk it over with me instead , '' said Miss Rosemary gently . `` It IS such a help to talk things over . I know . I do n't suppose I can be as good at understanding as Mrs. Blythe -- but I promise you that I wo n't laugh . '' `` You would n't laugh outside , '' hesitated Faith . `` But you might -- inside . '' `` No , I would n't laugh inside , either . Why should I ? Something has hurt you -- it never amuses me to see anybody hurt , no matter what hurts them . If you feel that you 'd like to tell me what has hurt you I 'll be glad to listen . But if you think you 'd rather not -- that 's all right , too , dear . '' Faith took another long , earnest look into Miss West 's eyes . They were very serious -- there was no laughter in them , not even far , far back . With a little sigh she sat down on the old pine beside her new friend and told her all about Adam and his cruel fate . Rosemary did not laugh or feel like laughing .
She understood and sympathized -- really , she was almost as good as Mrs. XXXXX -- yes , quite as good .
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