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VIII. Marilla Adopts Twins
“Ifeelsorrynowmyself,”admittedDavy,“butthetroubleisIneverfeelsorryfordoingthingstillafterI’vedidthem.Dorawouldn’thelpmemakepies,causeshewasafraidofmessingherclo’esandthatmademehoppingmad.Is’posePaulIrvingwouldn’thavemadeHISsisterwalkapigpenfenceifheknewshe’dfallin?”
“No,hewouldneverdreamofsuchathing.Paulisaperfectlittlegentleman.”
Davyscrewedhiseyestightshutandseemedtomeditateonthisforatime.ThenhecrawledupandputhisarmsaboutAnne’sneck,snugglinghisflushedlittlefacedownonhershoulder.
“Anne,don’tyoulikemealittlebit,evenifIain’tagoodboylikePaul?”
“IndeedIdo,”saidAnnesincerely.Somehow,itwasimpossibletohelplikingDavy.“ButI’dlikeyoubetterstillifyouweren’tsonaughty.”
“I...didsomethingelsetoday,”wentonDavyinamuffledvoice.“I’msorrynowbutI’mawfulscaredtotellyou.Youwon’tbeverycross,willyou?Andyouwon’ttellMarilla,willyou?”
“Idon’tknow,Davy.PerhapsIoughttotellher.ButIthinkIcanpromiseyouIwon’tifyoupromisemethatyouwillneverdoitagain,whateveritis.”
“No,Ineverwill.Anyhow,it’snotlikelyI’dfindanymoreofthemthisyear.Ifoundthisoneonthecellarsteps.”
“Davy,whatisityou’vedone?”
“IputatoadinMarilla’sbed.Youcangoandtakeitoutifyoulike.Butsay,Anne,wouldn’titbefuntoleaveitthere?”
“DavyKeith!”AnnesprangfromDavy’sclingingarmsandflewacrossthehalltoMarilla’sroom
