`` There 'd be no more ` ditto ' -- and no more lumpy porridge and blue milk either . What DOES she do with all the cream ? '' `` She gives it to the cat . He 's hers , you know , '' said Faith . `` I 'd like to CAT her , `` exclaimed Mary bitterly . `` I 've no use for cats anyhow . They belong to the old Nick . You can tell that by their eyes . Well , if old Martha wo n't , she wo n't , I s ` pose . But it gits on my nerves to see good vittles spoiled . '' When school came out they always went to Rainbow Valley . Mary refused to play in the graveyard . She declared she was afraid of ghosts . `` There 's no such thing as ghosts , '' declared Jem Blythe . `` Oh , ai n't there ? '' `` Did you ever see any ? '' `` Hundreds of 'em , '' said Mary promptly . `` What are they like ? '' said Carl . `` Awful-looking .
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