they floated away down to Rainbow Valley."

"All but one and it went over and bust up on the Methodist
spire," said Carl.

"I'm glad we did it once, anyhow, before we found out it was
wrong," said Faith.

"It wouldn't have been wrong to blow them on the lawn," said Mary
impatiently. "Seems like I can't knock any sense into your
heads. You've been told often enough you shouldn't play in the
graveyard. The Methodists are sensitive about it."

"We forget," said Faith dolefully. "And the lawn is so
small--and so caterpillary--and so full of shrubs and things. We
can't be in Rainbow Valley all the time--and where are we to go?"

"It's the things you DO in the graveyard. It wouldn't matter if
you just sat here and talked quiet, same as we're doing now.
Well, I don't know what is going to come of it all, but I DO know
that Elder Warren is going to speak to your pa about it. Deacon
Hazard is his cousin."

"I wish they wouldn't bother father about us," said Una.

"Well, people think he ought to bother himself about you a little
more. _I_ don't--_I_ understand him. He's a child in some ways
himself--that's what he is, and needs some one to look after him
as bad as you do. Well, perhaps he'll have some one before long,
if all tales is true."