`` 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. Blythe -- yes , quite as good . `` Mr. Perry is a minister , but he should have been a BUTCHER , '' said Faith bitterly . `` He is so fond of carving things up . He ENJOYED cutting poor Adam to pieces . He just sliced into him as if he were any common rooster . ''
`` Between you and me , Faith , I do n't like Mr. Perry very well myself , '' said Rosemary , laughing a little -- but at Mr. XXXXX , not at Adam , as Faith clearly understood .
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