She was used to being cold , and she had been going barefooted for a month already , like all the other swarming young fry of the fishing village . There was no self-pity in her heart as she sat down on the tombstone and grinned cheerfully at Faith and Una . Faith and Una grinned cheerfully back . They knew Lida slightly , having met her once or twice the preceding summer when they had gone down the harbour with the Blythes . `` Hello ! '' said Lida , `` ai n't this a fierce kind of a night ? `` T'ain ' t fit for a dog to be out , is it ? '' `` Then why are you out ? '' asked Faith . `` Pa made me bring you up some herring , '' returned Lida . She shivered , coughed , and stuck out her bare feet . Lida was not thinking about herself or her feet , and was making no bid for sympathy . She held her feet out instinctively to keep them from the wet grass around the tombstone . But Faith and Una were instantly swamped with a wave of pity for her . She looked so cold -- so miserable . `` Oh , why are you barefooted on such a cold night ? '' cried Faith . `` Your feet must be almost frozen . '' `` Pretty near , '' said Lida proudly . `` I tell you it was fierce walking up that harbour road . ''
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