But Una had no such conviction and she cried herself to sleep . CHAPTER XXIV . A CHARITABLE IMPULSE For a fortnight things ran smoothly in the Good-Conduct Club . It seemed to work admirably . Not once was Jem Blythe called in as umpire . Not once did any of the manse children set the Glen gossips by the ears . As for their minor peccadilloes at home , they kept sharp tabs on each other and gamely underwent their self-imposed punishment -- generally a voluntary absence from some gay Friday night frolic in Rainbow Valley , or a sojourn in bed on some spring evening when all young bones ached to be out and away . Faith , for whispering in Sunday School , condemned herself to pass a whole day without speaking a single word , unless it was absolutely necessary , and accomplished it . It was rather unfortunate that Mr. Baker from over-harbour should have chosen that evening for calling at the manse , and that Faith should have happened to go to the door . Not one word did she reply to his genial greeting , but went silently away to call her father briefly . Mr. Baker was slightly offended and told his wife when he went home that that the biggest Meredith girl seemed a very shy , sulky little thing , without manners enough to speak when she was spoken to . 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 XXXXX the manse .
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