she knew, or fancied she knew, Mary considered that Faith was far too light-hearted. Mary had something on her mind to say and she meant to say it before she went home. Mrs. Elliott had sent her up to the manse with some new-laid eggs, and had told her not to stay longer than half an hour. The half hour was nearly up so Mary uncurled her cramped legs from under her and said abruptly,
"Never mind about the air. Just you listen to me. You manse young ones have just got to behave better than you've been doing this spring—that's all there is to it. I just come up to-night a-purpose to tell you so. The way people are talking about you is awful."
"What have we been doing now?" cried Faith in amazement, pulling her arm away from Mary. Una's lip trembled and her sensitive little soul shrank within her. Mary was always so brutally frank. Jerry began to whistle out of bravado. He meant to let Mary see he didn't care for her tirades. Their behaviour was no business of hers anyway. What right had she to lecture them on their conduct?
"Doing now! You're doing all the time," retorted Mary. "Just as soon as the talk about one of your didos fades away you do something else to start it up again. It seems to me you haven't any idea of how manse children ought to behave!"
"Maybe you can tell us," said Jerry, killingly sarcastic.
Sarcasm was quite thrown away on Mary.
