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XXVII. An Afternoon at the Stone House
andsaidthathisgrandmotherputhishairupincurlragseverynight.Paulwouldn’thavemindedwhatshesaid,Iguess,butGracieAndrewslaughed,andPaulgotawfulred,‘causeGracie’shisgirl,youknow.He’sCLEANGONEonher...bringsherflowersandcarriesherbooksasfarastheshoreroad.Hegotasredasabeetandsaidhisgrandmotherdidn’tdoanysuchthingandhishairwasborncurly.Andthenhelaiddownonthebankandstuckhisheadrightintothespringtoshowthem.Oh,itwasn’tthespringwedrinkoutof...”seeingahorrifiedlookonMarilla’sface...“itwasthelittleonelowerdown.Butthebank’sawfulslippyandPaulwentrightin.Itellyouhemadeabullysplash.Oh,Anne,Anne,Ididn’tmeantosaythat...itjustslippedoutbeforeIthought.HemadeaSPLENDIDsplash.Buthelookedsofunnywhenhecrawledout,allwetandmuddy.Thegirlslaughedmore’never,butGraciedidn’tlaugh.Shelookedsorry.Gracie’sanicegirlbutshe’sgotasnubnose.WhenIgetbigenoughtohaveagirlIwon’thaveonewithasnubnose...I’llpickonewithaprettynoselikeyours,Anne.”
“Aboywhomakessuchamessofsyrupalloverhisfacewhenheiseatinghispuddingwillnevergetagirltolookathim,”saidMarillaseverely.
“ButI’llwashmyfacebeforeIgocourting,”protestedDavy,tryingtoimprovemattersbyrubbingthebackofhishandoverthesmears.“AndI’llwashbehindmyearstoo,withoutbeingtold.Irememberedtothismorning,Marilla.Idon’tforgethalfasoftenasIdid.But...”andDavysighed...
