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FAITH MAKES A FRIEND 211Faith took another long, earnest look into MissWest's eyes. They were very serious there was nolaughter in them, not even far, far back. With a littlesigh she sat down on the old pine beside her new friendand told her all about Adam and his cruel fate.Rosemary did not laugh or feel like laughing. Sheunderstood and sympathized really, she was almostas good as Mrs. Blythe yes, quite as good."Mr. Perryis a minister, but he should have been abutcher" said Faith bitterly. "He is so fond of carvingthings up. He enjoyed cutting poor Adam toHe just sliced into him as if he were any com-pieces.mon rooster.""Between you and me, Faith, / don't like Mr. Perryvery well myself," said Rosemary, laughing a littlebut at Mr. Perry, not at Adam, as Faith clearly understood."I never did like him. I went to school withhim he was a Glen boy, you know and he was amost detestable little prig even then. Oh,how we girlsused to hate holding his fat, clammy hands in the ringaroundgames. But we must remember, dear, that hedidn't know that Adam had been a pet of yours. Hethought he was just a common rooster. We must bejust, even when we are terribly hurt.""I suppose so," admitted Faith. "But why doeseverybody seem to think it funnythat I should haveloved Adam so much, Miss West? If it had been ahorrid old cat nobody would have thought it queer.When Lottie Warren's kitten had its legs cut off by the