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Breakfast was soon over. Kashaqua had stowed Faith's bundle of clothing in one of her baskets and swung it over her shoulder. The basket of luncheon also was secured by stout thongs and hung across her back, and they were ready to start. "Be a good child, Faithie, dear," whispered Mrs. Carew.
"The child must be taught not to crave sweet foods," she said, as she told Faith to run down to the mill and amuse herself as she pleased. "Only don't go out of sight of the mill, Faithie," she cautioned, and Faith promised and ran happily off down the path. She was eager to ask her father about Mr. Ethan Allen. Mr. Carew was busy grinding wheat.
Carew brought her a bowl of milk and a plate of corn bread, and another plate with two of the pumpkin cakes. "I'll run back to the mill while you eat your supper, Faithie, and see if Esther has been found. When I come back you must tell me what you were turning syrup into the kettle for." Faith was hungry, but as she ate her bread and milk she felt very unhappy.
"We shall have a fine time to-day, Faithie dear," she declared, as she filled the big blue wash-basin with warm water. "There is nothing like a rainy day for a real good time.
Faithie I have never told you yet will you be frightened if I tell you now that I am not a poor man, as the world counts poverty? My friend, of whom you know, in those terrible days of the commencing pestilence, having only his daughter and myself to care for, made his will; in provision against whatever might befall them there.
"Aunt Prissy," she called, running down the stairs and into the sitting-room, "may I not give Louise one of my bead necklaces?" Aunt Prissy looked up in amazement. "But how can you, Faithie, dear? We do not know where she is," she answered. "We shall know some time. Of course we shall. And when we do, may I? I meant to ask you the day of the quilting," said Faith. "Of course you may, child.
This was only a promise of new power to work with; a guarantee that God was not leaving her merely to care for and to rest in a good that must needs be all her own. "We shall find plenty to do, Faithie!" Mr.
And she laughed again such a merry little waterfall of a laugh. When she reached home, Mrs. Gartney met her at the door. "Well, Faithie," she cried, somewhat eagerly, "what have you found?" Faith's eyes danced with merriment. "I don't know, mother! A hippopotamus, I think!" "Won't she do? What do you mean?" "Why she's as big! I can't tell you how big!
Faith was quite sure that Esther would soon be as well as ever. She did not want to talk about Esther. She wanted to hear more about her friend Colonel Allen. "I heard him tell mother that he slept in a cave one night on his way here," she said. "Oh, yes; he can sleep anywhere. But you must talk of him no more to-day, Faithie," answered Mr.
Carew was standing beside the bed. She said to herself that she did not wonder that Esther was ill. But while Faith dressed and got ready for breakfast Mrs. Carew smoothed out the tumbled bed, freshened the pillows and comforted their little visitor. "Run down and eat your porridge, Faithie, and then come back and sit with Esther," said Mrs. Carew. When Faith returned Mrs.
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