I never thought of such a thing as her dying when I was praying . She did n't seem much like the dying kind . Did Mrs. Elliott say anything about me ? '' `` She said you would likely have to go back to the asylum . '' `` I thought as much , '' said Mary drearily . `` And then they 'll give me out again -- likely to some one just like Mrs. Wiley . Well , I s ` pose I can stand it . I 'm tough . '' `` I 'm going to pray that you wo n't have to go back , '' whispered Una , as she and Mary walked home to the manse . `` You can do as you like , '' said Mary decidedly , `` but I vow I wo n't . I 'm good and scared of this praying business . See what 's come of it . If Mrs. Wiley HAD died after I started praying it would have been my doings . '' `` Oh , no , it would n't , '' said Una . `` I wish I could explain things better -- father could , I know , if you 'd talk to him , Mary . '' `` Catch me ! I do n't know what to make of your father , that 's the long and short of it . He goes by me and never sees me in broad daylight . I ai n't proud -- but I ai n't a door-mat , neither ! '' `` Oh , Mary , it 's just father 's way .
Most XXXXX the time he never sees us , either .
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