"Lida Marsh? What for?"

"Because Lida had none--and her feet were so cold. And now she
wants to be sick so that she won't have to go to church to-morrow
and wear her striped stockings. But, Jerry, she may die."

"Faith," said Jerry, "get off that ice-bank or I'll pull you
off."

"Pull away," dared Faith.

Jerry sprang at her and caught her arms. He pulled one way and
Faith pulled another. Una ran behind Faith and pushed. Faith
stormed at Jerry to leave her alone. Jerry stormed back at her
not to be a dizzy idiot; and Una cried. They made no end of
noise and they were close to the road fence of the graveyard.
Henry Warren and his wife drove by and heard and saw them. Very
soon the Glen heard that the manse children had been having an
awful fight in the graveyard and using most improper language.
Meanwhile, Faith had allowed herself to be pulled off the ice
because her feet were aching so sharply that she was ready to get
off any way. They all went in amiably and went to bed. Faith
slept like a cherub and woke in the morning without a trace of a
cold. She felt that she couldn't feign sickness and act a lie,
after remembering that long-ago talk with her father. But she
was still as fully determined as ever that she would not wear
those abominable stockings to church.