She knew her eyes and nose were red and swollen and she hated to have a stranger know she had been crying . `` Good evening , Miss West , '' she said uncomfortably . `` What is the matter , Faith ? '' asked Rosemary gently . `` Nothing , '' said Faith rather shortly . `` Oh ! '' Rosemary smiled . `` You mean nothing that you can tell to outsiders , do n't you ? '' Faith looked at Miss West with sudden interest . Here was a person who understood things . And how pretty she was ! How golden her hair was under her plumy hat ! How pink her cheeks were over her velvet coat ! How blue and companionable her eyes were ! Faith felt that Miss West could be a lovely friend -- if only she were a friend instead of a stranger ! `` I -- I 'm going up to tell Mrs. Blythe , '' said Faith . `` She always understands -- she never laughs at us . I always talk things over with her . It helps . '' `` Dear girlie , I 'm sorry to have to tell you that Mrs. Blythe is n't home , '' said Miss West , sympathetically .
`` She went XXXXX Avonlea to-day and is n't coming back till the last of the week . ''
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