"Bawling!" Faith leaped to her feet in wild fury. "You know well enough why I am crying. You would be crying, too, if you cared like I do." "I can cry with my heart without stopping to cry with my eyes," Peace answered soberly. "I haven't time to sit down and bawl. Someone's got to run errands and help Gail. S'posing we all sat up and cried all the time like you are doing. Who would get breakfast and dinner and supper, I'd like to know? And who would 'tend to the work?" "Who wants any breakfast or dinner or supper? I am sure I don't! I haven't the heart to eat. I _can't_ eat!" "Dr. Bainbridge told us we must, and so did Mr. Strong; and he told us to keep busy, too. It helps you to forget the ache if you work." "Forget! You don't care; that's why--" There was a sudden movement on the rafters above, and an egg came hurtling through the barn, smashing on the wall close by Faith's head--so close that a shower of little yellow spatters flew over her face and dress. "Peace Greenfield!" "You haven't got half what you deserve," said a tense, hard voice from above. "I ought to have slung the whole batch, even if we'd had to go without breakfast. I'd like to know how _you_ can tell whether you care more than the rest of us. You think you are the only one that knows how to be sorry." There was a sudden silence--deep, ominous, it seemed to the man in the hay, and he ventured to peep out at the combatants, but all he saw was Faith standing rigid and white-faced in the corner. When she spoke, her voice was frigid in its intensity. "Come down from those beams, Peace Greenfield, and take the rest of those eggs to the house!" "I am coming down as fast as I can," began Peace's voice, equally frigid. Then there was a sound of ripping, a dreadful clatter, a dull thud, and Faith rushed forward with the agonized scream, "Oh, Peace, Peace, are you hurt? I am sorry I was ugly! You _do_ care! Open your eyes, Peace! Oh-h-h-h!" The tramp started up in dismay, to behold Peace huddled in a heap at the foot of the ladder, with frantic Faith bending over her. Before he had stepped from the haymow, however, there was a rush of feet from without, and four frightened girls dashed into the barn, followed by a tall, young man in clerical garb; and the shabby figure slunk back into his hiding place without making his presence known. "What's the matter?" "How did it happen?" "Is she dead?" "Run for the doctor!" cried the excited voices. "Oh, Gail, I've killed her, I've killed her!" sobbed Faith. "Stand back, girls," quietly commanded the minister, pushing the trembling quartette almost roughly aside. "Let me examine her. Perhaps she is only--" "I'm every bit all right," exclaimed Peace crossly, winking her brown eyes dazedly. "The fall _stunted_ me, I guess. I lit on my head. So did the eggs. Mercy me! What a mess!" "But look at her face!" wailed frightened and penitent Faith. "She has turned black, and so have her hands!" She certainly _had_ changed her color.