The harbour and the gulf and the low-lying shore fields had been dim with pearl-gray mists . But now in the evening the rain had ceased and the mists had blown out to sea . Clouds sprinkled the sky over the harbour like little fiery roses . Beyond it the hills were dark against a spendthrift splendour of daffodil and crimson . A great silvery evening star was watching over the bar . A brisk , dancing , new-sprung wind was blowing up from Rainbow Valley , resinous with the odours of fir and damp mosses . It crooned in the old spruces around the graveyard and ruffled Faith 's splendid curls as she sat on Hezekiah Pollock 's tombstone with her arms round Mary Vance and Una . Carl and Jerry were sitting opposite them on another tombstone and all were rather full of mischief after being cooped up all day . `` The air just SHINES to-night , does n't it ? It 's been washed so clean , you see , '' said Faith happily . Mary Vance eyed her gloomily . Knowing what she knew , or fancied she knew , Mary considered that Faith was far too light-hearted . Mary had something on her mind to say and she meant to say it before she went home . Mrs. Elliott had sent her up to the manse with some new-laid eggs , and had told her not to stay longer than half an hour . The half hour was nearly up , so Mary uncurled her cramped legs from under her and said abruptly , `` Never mind about the air . Just you listen to me . You manse young ones have just got to behave yourselves better than you 've been doing this spring -- that 's all there is to it . I just come up to-night a-purpose to tell you so . The way people are talking about you is awful . '' `` What have we been doing now ? ''
cried Faith XXXXX amazement , pulling her arm away from Mary .
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