CHAPTER X . THE MANSE GIRLS CLEAN HOUSE `` Ugh , '' said Faith , sitting up in bed with a shiver . `` It 's raining . I do hate a rainy Sunday . Sunday is dull enough even when it 's fine . '' `` We ought n't to find Sunday dull , '' said Una sleepily , trying to pull her drowsy wits together with an uneasy conviction that they had overslept . `` But we DO , you know , '' said Faith candidly . `` Mary Vance says most Sundays are so dull she could hang herself . '' `` We ought to like Sunday better than Mary Vance , '' said Una remorsefully . `` We 're the minister 's children . '' `` I wish we were a blacksmith 's children , '' protested Faith angrily , hunting for her stockings . `` THEN people would n't expect us to be better than other children . JUST look at the holes in my heels . Mary darned them all up before she went away , but they 're as bad as ever now . Una , get up . I ca n't get the breakfast alone . Oh , dear . I wish father and Jerry were home . You would n't think we 'd miss father much -- we do n't see much of him when he is home . And yet EVERYTHING seems gone .
I must run XXXXX and see how Aunt Martha is . ''
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