The furniture was piled on the veranda and lawn and the Methodist graveyard fence was gaily draped with rugs . An orgy of sweeping followed , with an attempt at dusting on Una 's part , while Faith washed the windows of the dining-room , breaking one pane and cracking two in the process . Una surveyed the streaked result dubiously . `` They do n't look right , somehow , '' she said . `` Mrs. Elliott 's and Susan 's windows just shine and sparkle . '' `` Never mind . They let the sunshine through just as well , '' said Faith cheerfully . `` They MUST be clean after all the soap and water I 've used , and that 's the main thing . Now , it 's past eleven , so I 'll wipe up this mess on the floor and we 'll go outside . You dust the furniture and I 'll shake the rugs . I 'm going to do it in the graveyard . I do n't want to send dust flying all over the lawn . Faith enjoyed the rug shaking . To stand on Hezekiah Pollock 's tombstone , flapping and shaking rugs , was real fun . To be sure , Elder Abraham Clow and his wife , driving past in their capacious double-seated buggy , seemed to gaze at her in grim disapproval . `` Is n't that a terrible sight ? '' said Elder Abraham solemnly . `` I would never have believed it if I had n't seen it with my own eyes , '' said Mrs. Elder Abraham , more solemnly still . Faith waved a door mat cheerily at the Clow party . It did not worry her that the elder and his wife did not return her greeting .
Everybody knew that Elder XXXXX had never been known to smile since he had been appointed Superintendent of the Sunday School fourteen years previously .
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