`` I 'm going over to Ingleside to have a talk with Mrs. Blythe , '' she sobbed . `` SHE wo n't laugh at me , as everybody else does . I 've just GOT to talk to somebody who understands how bad I feel . '' She ran down through Rainbow Valley . Enchantment had been at work the night before . A light snow had fallen and the powdered firs were dreaming of a spring to come and a joy to be . The long hill beyond was richly purple with leafless beeches . The rosy light of sunset lay over the world like a pink kiss . Of all the airy , fairy places , full of weird , elfin grace , Rainbow Valley that winter evening was the most beautiful . But all its dreamlike loveliness was lost on poor , sore-hearted little Faith . By the brook she came suddenly upon Rosemary West , who was sitting on the old pine tree . She was on her way home from Ingleside , where she had been giving the girls their music lesson . She had been lingering in Rainbow Valley quite a little time , looking across its white beauty and roaming some by-ways of dream . Judging from the expression of her face , her thoughts were pleasant ones . Perhaps the faint , occasional tinkle from the bells on the Tree Lovers brought the little lurking smile to her lips . Or perhaps it was occasioned by the consciousness that John Meredith seldom failed to spend Monday evening in the gray house on the white wind-swept hill . Into Rosemary 's dreams burst Faith Meredith full of rebellious bitterness . Faith stopped abruptly when she saw Miss West . She did not know her very well -- just well enough to speak to when they met . And she did not want to see any one just then -- except Mrs. Blythe .
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