When Una got home Faith was lying face on her bed, refusing to be comforted. Aunt Martha had killed Adam. He was on a platter in the pantry that very minute, trussed and dressed, encircled by his liver and heart and gizzard. Aunt Martha Faith's passion of grief and anger not a .  
"We had to have something for the strange minister's dinner," she said. "You're too big a girl to make such a fuss over an old rooster. You knew he'd have to be killed sometime."
 
"I'll tell father when he comes home what you've done,"
Faith.
"Don't you go bothering your poor father. He has troubles enough. And I'M here."
 
"Adam was MINE—Mrs. Johnson gave him to me. You had no business to touch him," stormed Faith.
 
"Don't you get sassy now. The rooster's killed and there's an end of it. I ain't going to set no strange minister down to a dinner of cold b'iled mutton. I was brought up to know better than that, if I have come down in the world."
 
Faith would not go down to supper that night and she would not go to church the next morning. But at dinner time she went to the table, her eyes with crying, her face .
 
The . James Perry was a , man, with a white moustache, bushy white , and a shining bald head. He was certainly not handsome and he was a very , sort of person. But if he had looked like the Archangel Michael and talked with the tongues of men and angels Faith would still have utterly him. He carved Adam up , showing off his plump white hands and very handsome diamond ring. Also, he made remarks all through the performance. Jerry and Carl , and even Una smiled , because she thought politeness demanded it. But Faith only darkly. The Rev. James thought her manners shockingly bad. Once, when he was delivering himself of an remark to Jerry, Faith broke in rudely with a flat contradiction. The Rev. James drew his bushy eyebrows together at her.
 
"Little girls should not interrupt," he said, "and they should not contradict people who know far more than they do."
 
This put Faith in a worse temper than ever. To be called "little girl" as if she were no bigger than Rilla Blythe over at Ingleside! It was insufferable. And how that Mr. Perry did eat! He even picked poor Adam's bones. Neither Faith nor Una would touch a mouthful, and looked upon the boys as little better than cannibals. Faith felt that if that awful repast did not soon come to an end she would wind it up by throwing something at Mr. Perry's gleaming head. Fortunately, Mr. Perry found Aunt Martha's leathery apple pie too much even for his powers of and the meal came to an end, after a long grace in which Mr. Perry offered up thanks for the food which a kind and beneficent had provided for and pleasure.
 
"God hadn't a single thing to do with providing Adam for you," muttered Faith under her breath.
 
The boys gladly made their escape to outdoors, Una went to help Aunt Martha with the dishes—though that rather grumpy old never welcomed her timid assistance—and Faith betook herself to the study where a cheerful wood fire was burning in the grate. She thought she would escape from the hated Mr. Perry, who had announced his intention of taking a nap in his room duri............