"Oh, don't pretend innocence," said Mary, witheringly. "Everybody knows what you've done."
"I don't," interjected Jem Blythe indignantly. "Don't let me catch you making Una cry, Mary Vance. What are you talking about?"
"I s'pose you don't know, since you're just back from up west," said Mary, somewhat subdued. Jem could always manage her. "But everybody else knows, you'd better believe,"
"Knows what?"
"That Faith and Una stayed home from Sunday School last Sunday and cleaned house."
"We didn't," cried Faith and Una, in passionate denial.
Mary looked haughtily at them.
"I didn't suppose you'd deny it, after the way you've combed me down for lying," she said. "What's the good of saying you didn't? Everybody knows you did. Elder Clow and his wife saw you. Some people say it will break up the church, but I don't go that far. You are nice ones."
Nan Blythe stood up and put her arms around the dazed Faith and Una.
"They were nice enough to take you in and feed you and clothe you when you were starving in Mr. Taylor's barn, Mary Vance," she said. "You are very grateful, I must say."
"I am grateful," retorted Mary. "You'd know it if you'd heard me standing up for Mr. Meredith
