Mrs. Elder Clow was the first to reach her. She caught the thin
little body from the arms of white-faced, terrified Faith and
carried it into the vestry. Mr. Meredith forgot the hymn and
everything else and rushed madly after her. The congregation
dismissed itself as best it could.

"Oh, Mrs. Clow," gasped Faith, "is Una dead? Have we killed
her?"

"What is the matter with my child?" demanded the pale father.

"She has just fainted, I think," said Mrs. Clow. "Oh, here's the
doctor, thank goodness."

Gilbert did not find it a very easy thing to bring Una back to
consciousness. He worked over her for a long time before her
eyes opened. Then he carried her over to the manse, followed by
Faith, sobbing hysterically in her relief.

"She is just hungry, you know--she didn't eat a thing to-day--
none of us did--we were all fasting."

"Fasting!" said Mr. Meredith, and "Fasting?" said the doctor.

"Yes--to punish ourselves for singing _Polly Wolly_ in the
graveyard," said Faith.

"My child, I don't want you to punish yourselves for that," said
Mr. Meredith in distress. "I gave you your little scolding--and