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XVI. The Substance of Things Hoped For
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ThatnightJohnHenryCarterandDavybetweenthemcontrivedtoexecutethetwowhiteroosters,andAnnedressedthem,theusuallydistastefultaskglorifiedinhereyesbythedestinationoftheplumpbirds.
“Idon’tlikepickingfowls,”shetoldMarilla,“butisn’titfortunatewedon’thavetoputoursoulsintowhatourhandsmaybedoing?I’vebeenpickingchickenswithmyhandsbutinimaginationI’vebeenroamingtheMilkyWay.”
“Ithoughtyou’dscatteredmorefeathersoverthefloorthanusual,”remarkedMarilla.
ThenAnneputDavytobedandmadehimpromisethathewouldbehaveperfectlythenextday.
“IfI’masgoodasgoodcanbealldaytomorrowwillyouletmebejustasbadasIlikeallthenextday?”askedDavy.
“Icouldn’tdothat,”saidAnnediscreetly,“butI’lltakeyouandDoraforarowintheflatrighttothebottomofthepond,andwe’llgoashoreonthesandhillsandhaveapicnic.”
“It’sabargain,”saidDavy.“I’llbegood,youbet.ImeanttogoovertoMr.Harrison’sandfirepeasfrommynewpopgunatGingerbutanotherday’lldoaswell.IespectitwillbejustlikeSunday,butapicnicattheshore’llmakeupforTHAT.”
