Nowhere else in the world were there such chums as the Blythes . Her little heart had been wrung when they had left Maywater -- she had shed many bitter tears when she parted with Maywater chums and the old manse there where her mother had lived and died . She could not contemplate calmly the thought of such another and harder wrench . She COULD N'T leave Glen St. Mary and dear Rainbow Valley and that delicious graveyard . `` It 's awful to be minister 's family , '' groaned Faith into her pillow . `` Just as soon as you get fond of a place you are torn up by the roots . I 'll never , never , NEVER marry a minister , no matter how nice he is . '' Faith sat up in bed and looked out of the little vine-hung window . The night was very still , the silence broken only by Una 's soft breathing . Faith felt terribly alone in the world . She could see Glen St. Mary lying under the starry blue meadows of the autumn night . Over the valley a light shone from the girls ' room at Ingleside , and another from Walter 's room . Faith wondered if poor Walter had toothache again . Then she sighed , with a little passing sigh of envy of Nan and Di . They had a mother and a settled home -- THEY were not at the mercy of people who got angry without any reason and called you a varmint . Away beyond the Glen , amid fields that were very quiet with sleep , another light was burning . Faith knew it shone in the house where Norman Douglas lived . He was reputed to sit up all hours of the night reading . Mary had said if he could only be induced to return to the church all would be well . And why not ?
Faith looked XXXXX a big , low star hanging over the tall , pointed spruce at the gate of the Methodist Church and had an inspiration .
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