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XXV. An Avonlea Scandal
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“Davy,whenyougovisitingyoumustnevercriticizeanythingyouaregiventoeat,”saidAnnesolemnly.“Itisverybadmanners.”
“Allright...I’llonlythinkit,”saidDavycheerfully.“Dogiveafellowsomesupper,Anne.”
AnnelookedatMarilla,whofollowedherintothepantryandshutthedoorcautiously.
“Youcangivehimsomejamonhisbread,IknowwhatteaatLeviBoulter’sisapttobe.”
Davytookhissliceofbreadandjamwithasigh.
“It’sakindofdisappointingworldafterall,”heremarked.“Miltyhasacatthattakesfits...she’stookafitregulareverydayforthreeweeks.Miltysaysit’sawfulfuntowatchher.Iwentdowntodayonpurposetoseeherhaveonebutthemeanoldthingwouldn’ttakeafitandjustkepthealthyashealthy,thoughMiltyandmehungroundalltheafternoonandwaited.Butnevermind”...Davybrightenedupastheinsidiouscomfortoftheplumjamstoleintohissoul...“maybeI’llseeherinonesometimeyet.Itdoesn’tseemlikelyshe’dstophavingthemallatoncewhenshe’sbeensointhehabitofit,doesit?Thisjamisawfulnice.”
Davyhadnosorrowsthatplumjamcouldnotcure.
Sundayprovedsorainythattherewasnostirringabroad;butbyMondayeverybodyhadheardsomeversionoftheHarrisonstory.TheschoolbuzzedwithitandDavycamehome,fullofinformation.
“Marilla,Mr.Harrisonhasanewwife...well,notezacklynew,butthey’vestoppedbeingmarriedforquiteaspell,Miltysays.
