But nothing worse came of it , and generally their penances did no harm to themselves or anybody else . All of them were beginning to feel quite cocksure that after all , it was a very easy matter to bring yourself up . `` I guess people will soon see that we can behave ourselves properly as well as anybody , '' said Faith jubilantly . `` It is n't hard when we put our minds to it . '' She and Una were sitting on the Pollock tombstone . It had been a cold , raw , wet day of spring storm and Rainbow Valley was out of the question for girls , though the manse and the Ingleside boys were down there fishing . The rain had held up , but the east wind blew mercilessly in from the sea , cutting to bone and marrow . Spring was late in spite of its early promise , and there was even yet a hard drift of old snow and ice in the northern corner of the graveyard . Lida Marsh , who had come up to bring the manse a mess of herring , slipped in through the gate shivering . She belonged to the fishing village at the harbour mouth and her father had , for thirty years , made a practice of sending a mess from his first spring catch to the manse . He never darkened a church door ; he was a hard drinker and a reckless man , but as long as he sent those herring up to the manse every spring , as his father had done before him , he felt comfortably sure that his account with the Powers That Govern was squared for the year . He would not have expected a good mackerel catch if he had not so sent the first fruits of the season . 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 XXXXX Faith and Una .
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