`` If she has killed Adam -- '' Faith began to run up the hill . Mary shrugged her shoulders . `` She 'll go crazy now . She was so fond of that Adam . He ought to have been in the pot long ago -- he 'll be as tough as sole leather . But I would n't like to be in Martha 's shoes . Faith 's just white with rage ; Una , you 'd better go after her and try to peacify her . '' Mary had gone a few steps with the Blythe girls when Una suddenly turned and ran after her . `` Here 's some gum for you , Mary , '' she said , with a little repentant catch in her voice , thrusting all her four knots into Mary 's hands , `` and I 'm glad you have such a pretty muff . '' `` Why , thanks , '' said Mary , rather taken by surprise . To the Blythe girls , after Una had gone , she said , `` Ai n't she a queer little mite ? But I 've always said she had a good heart . '' CHAPTER XIX . POOR ADAM ! When Una got home Faith was lying face downwards on her bed , utterly refusing to be comforted . Aunt Martha had killed Adam . He was reposing on a platter in the pantry that very minute , trussed and dressed , encircled by his liver and heart and gizzard . Aunt Martha heeded Faith 's passion of grief and anger not a whit . `` 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 XXXXX sometime . ''
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