don't bother bringing them to the graveyard at all."
"Nonsense," said Faith. "The people that are buried here weren't any better than other folks, Una. But when any one is dead you mustn't say anything of him but good or he'll come back and ha'nt you. Aunt Martha told me that. I asked father if it was true and he just looked through me and muttered, 'True? True? What is truth? What is truth, O jesting Pilate?' I concluded from that it must be true.'"
"I wonder if Mr. Alec Davis would come back and ha'nt me if I threw a stone at the urn on top of his tombstone," said Jerry.
"Mrs. Davis would," giggled Faith. "She just watches us in church like a cat watching mice. Last Sunday I made a face at her nephew and he made one back at me and you should have seen her glare. I'll bet she boxed his ears when they got out. Mrs. Marshall Elliott told me we mustn't offend her on any account or I'd have made a face at her, too!"
"They say Jem Blythe stuck out his tongue at her once and she never would have his father again, even when her husband was dying," said Jerry. "I wonder what the Blythe gang will be like."
"I liked their looks," said Faith. The manse children had been at the station that afternoon when the Blythe small fry had arrived. "I liked Jem's looks especially."
"They say in school that Walter's a sissy," said Jerry.
