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XX. The Way It Often Happens
Idon’twanttoLOOKlikehim.ButIguessthere’snodanger,forMrs.LyndesaysI’maveryhandsomechild.Doyous’poseit’lllast,Anne?Iwanttoknow?”
“Idaresayitwill,”saidAnnegravely.“YouAREahandsomeboy,Davy,”
...Marillalookedvolumesofdisapproval...“butyoumustliveupto
itandbejustasniceandgentlemanlyasyoulooktobe.”
“AndyoutoldMinnieMayBarrytheotherday,whenyoufoundhercrying‘causesomeonesaidshewasugly,thatifshewasniceandkindandlovingpeoplewouldn’tmindherlooks,”saidDavydiscontentedly.“Seemstomeyoucan’tgetoutofbeinggoodinthisworldforsomereasonor‘nother.YoujustHAVEtobehave.”
“Don’tyouwanttobegood?”askedMarilla,whohadlearnedagreatdealbuthadnotyetlearnedthefutilityofaskingsuchquestions.
“Yes,IwanttobegoodbutnotTOOgood,”saidDavycautiously.“Youdon’thavetobeverygoodtobeaSundaySchoolsuperintendent.Mr.Bell’sthat,andhe’sarealbadman.”
“Indeedhe’snot,”saidMarilaindignantly.
“Heis...hesaysheishimself,”asseveratedDavy.“HesaiditwhenheprayedinSundaySchoollastSunday.Hesaidhewasavilewormandamiserablesinnerandguiltyoftheblackest‘niquity.Whatdidhedothatwassobad,Marilla?Didhekillanybody?Orstealthecollectioncents?Iwanttoknow.”
FortunatelyMrs.LyndecamedrivingupthelaneatthismomentandMarillamadeoff,feelingthatshehadescapedfromthesnareofthefowler,andwishingdevoutlythatMr.
