Faith decided , with secret horror , that Mary had not one stitch on her except that ragged , faded dress . Una was full of pure pity , Carl of amused wonder , and all of them of curiosity . `` Now come out to the graveyard and tell us about yourself , '' ordered Faith , when Mary 's appetite showed signs of failing her . Mary was now nothing loath . Food had restored her natural vivacity and unloosed her by no means reluctant tongue . `` You wo n't tell your pa or anybody if I tell you ? '' she stipulated , when she was enthroned on Mr. Pollock 's tombstone . Opposite her the manse children lined up on another . Here was spice and mystery and adventure . Something HAD happened . `` No , we wo n't . '' `` Cross your hearts ? '' `` Cross our hearts . '' `` Well , I 've run away . I was living with Mrs. Wiley over-harbour . Do you know Mrs. Wiley ? '' `` No . '' `` Well , you do n't want to know her . She 's an awful woman . My , how I hate her !
She worked me to death and would n't give me half enough to eat , and she used XXXXX larrup me ` most every day .
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