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180 RAINBOW VALLEYone big flash and crash with me and then pouf thesquall's over and the sun is outand you could eat outof my hand."Norman insisted on driving Faith home after supperand he filled the buggy up with apples, cabbages, potatoesand pumpkins and jars of jam."There's a nice little torn-pussy out in the barn. I'llgive you that too, if you'd like it. Say the word,"he said."No, thank, you," said Faith, decidedly. "I don'tlike cats, and, besides, I have a rooster.""Listen to her. You can't cuddle a rooster as youcan a kitten. Who ever heard of petting a rooster?Better take little Tom. I want to find a good homefor him.""No. Aunt Martha has a cat and he would kill astrange kitten."Norman yielded the point rather reluctantly. Hegave Faith an exciting drive home, behind his wildtwo-year old, and when he had let her out at thekitchen door of the manse and dumped his cargo onthe back veranda he drove away shouting,"It's only once a month only once a month, mind !"Faith went up to bed, feeling a little dizzy andbreathless, as ifof a genial whirlwind.No fear now that theyshe had just escaped from the graspShe was happy and thankful.would have to leave the Glenand the graveyard and Rainbow Valley.But she fellasleep troubled by a disagreeable subconsciousness that