`` But we DO , you know , '' said Faith candidly . `` Mary Vance says most Sundays are so dull she could hang herself . '' `` We ought to like Sunday better than Mary Vance , '' said Una remorsefully . `` We 're the minister 's children . '' `` I wish we were a blacksmith 's children , '' protested Faith angrily , hunting for her stockings . `` THEN people would n't expect us to be better than other children . JUST look at the holes in my heels . Mary darned them all up before she went away , but they 're as bad as ever now . Una , get up . I ca n't get the breakfast alone . Oh , dear . I wish father and Jerry were home . You would n't think we 'd miss father much -- we do n't see much of him when he is home . And yet EVERYTHING seems gone . I must run in and see how Aunt Martha is . '' `` Is she any better ? '' asked Una , when Faith returned . `` No , she is n't . She 's groaning with the misery still . Maybe we ought to tell Dr. Blythe .
But she XXXXX not -- she never had a doctor in her life and she is n't going to begin now .
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