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XVII. A Chapter of Accidents
I’mpunishinghimforhisdisobedience.Go,Davy,Isay.”
“Ain’tItohaveanydinner?”wailedDavy.
“Youcancomedownafterdinnerisoverandhaveyoursinthekitchen.”
“Oh,allright,”saidDavy,somewhatcomforted.“IknowAnne’llsavesomenicebonesforme,won’tyou,Anne?‘CauseyouknowIdidn’tmeantofallonthepies.Say,Anne,sincetheyAREspoiledcan’tItakesomeofthepiecesupstairswithme?”
“No,nolemonpieforyou,MasterDavy,”saidMarilla,pushinghimtowardthehall.
“Whatshallwedofordessert?”askedAnne,lookingregretfullyatthewreckandruin.
“Getoutacrockofstrawberrypreserves,”saidMarillaconsolingly.“There’splentyofwhippedcreamleftinthebowlforit.”
Oneo’clockcame...butnoPriscillaorMrs.Morgan.Annewasinanagony.Everythingwasdonetoaturnandthesoupwasjustwhatsoupshouldbe,butcouldn’tbedependedontoremainsoforanylengthoftime.
“Idon’tbelievethey’recomingafterall,”saidMarillacrossly.
AnneandDianasoughtcomfortineachother’seyes.
AthalfpastoneMarillaagainemergedfromtheparlor.
“Girls,weMUSThavedinner.Everybodyishungryandit’snousewaitinganylonger.PriscillaandMrs.Morganarenotcoming,that’splain,andnothingisbeingimprovedbywaiting.”
AnneandDianasetaboutliftingthedinner,withallthezestgoneoutoftheperformance.
“Idon’tbelieveI’llbeabletoeatamouthful,”saidDianadolefully.
“NorI.ButIhopeeverythingwillbeniceforMissStacy’sandMr.andMrs.
