Mary yielded . She was so weak that she could hardly climb down the ladder , but somehow they got her down and over the field and into the manse kitchen . Aunt Martha , muddling through her Saturday cooking , took no notice of her . Faith and Una flew to the pantry and ransacked it for such eatables as it contained -- some `` ditto , '' bread , butter , milk and a doubtful pie . Mary Vance attacked the food ravenously and uncritically , while the manse children stood around and watched her . Jerry noticed that she had a pretty mouth and very nice , even , white teeth . Faith decided , with secret horror , that Mary had not one stitch on her except that ragged , faded dress . Una was full of pure pity , Carl of amused wonder , and all of them of curiosity . `` Now come out to the graveyard and tell us about yourself , '' ordered Faith , when Mary 's appetite showed signs of failing her . Mary was now nothing loath . Food had restored her natural vivacity and unloosed her by no means reluctant tongue . `` You wo n't tell your pa or anybody if I tell you ? '' she stipulated , when she was enthroned on Mr. Pollock 's tombstone . Opposite her the manse children lined up on another . Here was spice and mystery and adventure . Something HAD happened . `` No , we wo n't . '' `` Cross your hearts ? '' `` Cross our hearts . '' `` Well , I 've run away .
I was living XXXXX Mrs. Wiley over-harbour .
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