To the Blythe girls , after Una had gone , she said , `` Ai n't she a queer little mite ? But I 've always said she had a good heart . '' CHAPTER XIX . POOR ADAM ! When Una got home Faith was lying face downwards on her bed , utterly refusing to be comforted . Aunt Martha had killed Adam . He was reposing on a platter in the pantry that very minute , trussed and dressed , encircled by his liver and heart and gizzard . Aunt Martha heeded Faith 's passion of grief and anger not a whit . `` We had to have something for the strange minister 's dinner , '' she said . `` You 're too big a girl to make such a fuss over an old rooster . You knew he 'd have to be killed sometime . '' `` I 'll tell father when he comes home what you 've done , '' sobbed Faith . `` Do n't you go bothering your poor father . He has troubles enough . And I 'M housekeeper here . '' `` Adam was MINE -- Mrs. Johnson gave him to me . You had no business to touch him , '' stormed Faith . `` Do n't you get sassy now . The rooster 's killed and there 's an end of it . I ai n't going to set no strange minister down to a dinner of cold b ` iled mutton .
I was brought up XXXXX know better than that , if I have come down in the world . ''
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