`` I wo n't wear those stockings , '' repeated Faith . She uncoiled her bare , white legs from the tombstone and deliberately walked through the wet , cold grass to the bank of snow . Setting her teeth , she stepped upon it and stood there . `` What are you doing ? '' cried Una aghast . `` You 'll catch your death of cold , Faith Meredith . '' `` I 'm trying to , '' answered Faith . `` I hope I 'll catch a fearful cold and be AWFUL sick to-morrow . Then I wo n't be acting a lie . I 'm going to stand here as long as I can bear it . '' `` But , Faith , you might really die . You might get pneumonia . Please , Faith do n't . Let 's go into the house and get SOMETHING for your feet . Oh , here 's Jerry . I 'm so thankful . Jerry , MAKE Faith get off that snow . Look at her feet . '' `` Holy cats ! Faith , what ARE you doing ? ''
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