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X. Davy in Search of a Sensation
ButnohalfhiddensmileansweredhiminAnne’sgrayeyes,astheremighthavedonehaditbeenonlyaquestionofmischief.Therewassomethingelse...somethinguglyandrepulsive.
“Howcouldyoubehaveso,Davy?”sheaskedsorrowfully.
Davysquirmeduncomfortably.
“Ijustdiditforfun.ThingshavebeensoawfulquiethereforsolongthatIthoughtitwouldbefuntogiveyoufolksabigscare.Itwas,too.”
InspiteoffearandalittleremorseDavygrinnedovertherecollection.
“Butyoutoldafalsehoodaboutit,Davy,”saidAnne,moresorrowfullythanever.
Davylookedpuzzled.
“What’safalsehood?Doyoumeanawhopper?”
“Imeanastorythatwasnottrue.”
“CourseIdid,”saidDavyfrankly.“IfIhadn’tyouwouldn’thavebeenscared.IHADtotellit.”
Annewasfeelingthereactionfromherfrightandexertions.Davy’simpenitentattitudegavethefinishingtouch.Twobigtearsbrimmedupinhereyes.
“Oh,Davy,howcouldyou?”shesaid,withaquiverinhervoice.“Don’tyouknowhowwrongitwas?”
Davywasaghast.Annecrying...hehadmadeAnnecry!Afloodofrealremorserolledlikeawaveoverhiswarmlittleheartandengulfedit.HerushedtoAnne,hurledhimselfintoherlap,flunghisarmsaroundherneck,andburstintotears.
“Ididn’tknowitwaswrongtotellwhoppers,”hesobbed.“Howdidyouexpectmetoknowitwaswrong?AllMr.Sprott’schildrentoldthemREGULAReveryday,andcrosstheirheartstoo.
