`` I only wanted to warn you , '' said Mary , rather repentantly . `` Of course , your father 's so absent-minded he might n't happen to think of getting married again . But it 's better to be prepared . '' Long after Mary slept serenely little Una lay awake , her eyes smarting with tears . On , how dreadful it would be if her father should marry somebody who would make him hate her and Jerry and Faith and Carl ! She could n't bear it -- she could n't ! Mary had not instilled any poison of the kind Miss Cornelia had feared into the manse children 's minds . Yet she had certainly contrived to do a little mischief with the best of intentions . But she slept dreamlessly , while Una lay awake and the rain fell and the wind wailed around the old gray manse . And the Rev. John Meredith forgot to go to bed at all because he was absorbed in reading a life of St. Augustine . It was gray dawn when he finished it and went upstairs , wrestling with the problems of two thousand years ago . The door of the girls ' room was open and he saw Faith lying asleep , rosy and beautiful . He wondered where Una was . Perhaps she had gone over to `` stay all night '' with the Blythe girls . She did this occasionally , deeming it a great treat . John Meredith sighed . He felt that Una 's whereabouts ought not to be a mystery to him . Cecelia would have looked after her better than that . If only Cecelia were still with him ! How pretty and gay she had been !
How the old manse up at Maywater had echoed XXXXX her songs !
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