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XVII. A Chapter of Accidents
Whentheyreachedthepantryatrulyharrowingspectaclemettheireyes...aguiltylookingsmallboyscramblingdownfromthetable,withhiscleanprintblouseliberallyplasteredwithyellowfilling,andonthetabletheshatteredremnantsofwhathadbeentwobrave,becreamedlemonpies.
Davyhadfinishedravellingouthisherringnetandhadwoundthetwineintoaball.Thenhehadgoneintothepantrytoputitupontheshelfabovethetable,wherehealreadykeptascoreorsoofsimilarballs,which,sofarascouldbediscovered,servednousefulpurposesavetoyieldthejoyofpossession.Davyhadtoclimbonthetableandreachovertotheshelfatadangerousangle...somethinghehadbeenforbiddenbyMarillatodo,ashehadcometogriefoncebeforeintheexperiment.Theresultinthisinstancewasdisastrous.Davyslippedandcamesprawlingsquarelydownonthelemonpies.Hiscleanblousewasruinedforthattimeandthepiesforalltime.Itis,however,anillwindthatblowsnobodygood,andthepigwaseventuallythegainerbyDavy’smischance.
“DavyKeith,”saidMarilla,shakinghimbytheshoulder,“didn’tIforbidyoutoclimbuponthattableagain?Didn’tI?”
“Iforgot,”whimperedDavy.“You’vetoldmenottodosuchanawfullotofthingsthatIcan’trememberthemall.”
“Well,youmarchupstairsandstaytheretillafterdinner.Perhapsyou’llgetthemsortedoutinyourmemorybythattime.No,Anne,neveryoumindintercedingforhim.I’mnotpunishinghimbecausehespoiledyourpies...thatwasanaccident.
