underdone, was almost more than they could stand. In desperation
they rushed to the graveyard where they couldn't smell it. But
Una could not keep her eyes from the dining room window, through
which the Upper Lowbridge minister could be seen, placidly
eating.

"If I could only have just a weeny, teeny piece," she sighed.

"Now, you stop that," commanded Jerry. "Of course it's hard--but
that's the punishment of it. I could eat a graven image this very
minute, but am I complaining? Let's think of something else.
We've just got to rise above our stomachs."

At supper time they did not feel the pangs of hunger which they
had suffered earlier in the day.

"I suppose we're getting used to it," said Faith. "I feel an
awfully queer all-gone sort of feeling, but I can't say I'm
hungry."

"My head is funny," said Una. "It goes round and round
sometimes."

But she went gamely to church with the others. If Mr. Meredith
had not been so wholly wrapped up in and carried away with his
subject he might have noticed the pale little face and hollow
eyes in the manse pew beneath. But he noticed nothing and his
sermon was something longer than usual. Then, just before be gave
out the final hymn, Una Meredith tumbled off the seat of the
manse pew and lay in a dead faint on the floor.