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XIX. Just a Happy Day
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“ButIwantyoutolikemethesameway,”poutedDavy.
“Youcan’tlikedifferentpeoplethesameway.Youdon’tlikeDoraandmethesameway,doyou?”
Davysatupandreflected.
“No...o...o,”headmittedatlast,“IlikeDorabecauseshe’smysisterbutIlikeyoubecauseyou’reYOU.”
“AndIlikePaulbecauseheisPaulandDavybecauseheisDavy,”saidAnnegaily.
“Well,IkindofwishI’dsaidmyprayersthen,”saidDavy,convincedbythislogic.“Butit’stoomuchbothergettingoutnowtosaythem.I’llsaythemtwiceoverinthemorning,Anne.Won’tthatdoaswell?”
No,Annewaspositiveitwouldnotdoaswell.SoDavyscrambledoutandkneltdownatherknee.Whenhehadfinishedhisdevotionsheleanedbackonhislittle,bare,brownheelsandlookedupather.
“Anne,I’mgooderthanIusedtobe.”
“Yes,indeedyouare,Davy,”saidAnne,whoneverhesitatedtogivecreditwherecreditwasdue.
“IKNOWI’mgooder,”saidDavyconfidently,“andI’lltellyouhowIknowit.TodayMarillagivemetwopiecesofbreadandjam,oneformeandoneforDora.OnewasagooddealbiggerthantheotherandMarilladidn’tsaywhichwasmine.ButIgivethebiggestpiecetoDora.Thatwasgoodofme,wasn’tit?”
“Verygood,andverymanly,Davy.”
“Ofcourse,”admittedDavy,“Dorawasn’tveryhungryandsheonlyethalfhersliceandthenshegivetheresttome.ButIdidn’tknowshewasgoingtodothatwhenIgiveittoher,soIWASgood,Anne.
