`` I guess I know who you are , '' she said . `` You belong to the manse , do n't you ? '' Faith nodded , her face creased by dimples . `` We smelled your trout cooking and wondered what it was . '' `` You must sit down and help us eat them , '' said Di . `` Maybe you have n't more than you want yourselves , '' said Jerry , looking hungrily at the tin platter . `` We 've heaps -- three apiece , '' said Jem . `` Sit down . '' No more ceremony was necessary . Down they all sat on mossy stones . Merry was that feast and long . Nan and Di would probably have died of horror had they known what Faith and Una knew perfectly well -- that Carl had two young mice in his jacket pocket . But they never knew it , so it never hurt them . Where can folks get better acquainted than over a meal table ? When the last trout had vanished , the manse children and the Ingleside children were sworn friends and allies . They had always known each other and always would . The race of Joseph recognized its own . They poured out the history of their little pasts . The manse children heard of Avonlea and Green Gables , of Rainbow Valley traditions , and of the little house by the harbour shore where Jem had been born . The Ingleside children heard of Maywater , where the Merediths had lived before coming to the Glen , of Una 's beloved , one-eyed doll and Faith 's pet rooster .
Faith was inclined XXXXX resent the fact that people laughed at her for petting a rooster .
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