Lida was a mite of ten and looked younger , because she was such a small , wizened little creature . To-night , as she sidled boldly enough up to the manse girls , she looked as if she had never been warm since she was born . Her face was purple and her pale-blue , bold little eyes were red and watery . She wore a tattered print dress and a ragged woollen comforter , tied across her thin shoulders and under her arms . She had walked the three miles from the harbour mouth barefooted , over a road where there was still snow and slush and mud . Her feet and legs were as purple as her face . But Lida did not mind this much . She was used to being cold , and she had been going barefooted for a month already , like all the other swarming young fry of the fishing village . There was no self-pity in her heart as she sat down on the tombstone and grinned cheerfully at Faith and Una . Faith and Una grinned cheerfully back . They knew Lida slightly , having met her once or twice the preceding summer when they had gone down the harbour with the Blythes . `` Hello ! '' said Lida , `` ai n't this a fierce kind of a night ? `` T'ain ' t fit for a dog to be out , is it ? '' `` Then why are you out ? '' asked Faith . `` Pa made me bring you up some herring , '' returned Lida . She shivered , coughed , and stuck out her bare feet . Lida was not thinking about herself or her feet , and was making no bid for sympathy . She held her feet out instinctively to keep them from the wet grass around the tombstone .
But Faith and Una were instantly swamped XXXXX a wave of pity for her .
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