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X. Davy in Search of a Sensation
“Maybeatrampcomeandstoleher.”
“Nonsense,”saidMarillasharply,relievedfromherhorriblefearofthewell.“Anne,doyousupposeshecouldhavestrayedovertoMr.Harrison’s?Shehasalwaysbeentalkingabouthisparroteversincethattimeyoutookherover.”
“Ican’tbelieveDorawouldventuresofaralonebutI’llgooverandsee,”saidAnne.
NobodywaslookingatDavyjustthenoritwouldhavebeenseenthataverydecidedchangecameoverhisface.Hequietlyslippedoffthegateandran,asfastashisfatlegscouldcarryhim,tothebarn.
AnnehastenedacrossthefieldstotheHarrisonestablishmentinnoveryhopefulframeofmind.Thehousewaslocked,thewindowshadesweredown,andtherewasnosignofanythinglivingabouttheplace.ShestoodontheverandaandcalledDoraloudly.
Ginger,inthekitchenbehindher,shriekedandsworewithsuddenfierceness;butbetweenhisoutburstsAnneheardaplaintivecryfromthelittlebuildingintheyardwhichservedMr.Harrisonasatoolhouse.Anneflewtothedoor,unhaspedit,andcaughtupasmallmortalwithatearstainedfacewhowassittingforlornlyonanupturnednailkeg.
“Oh,Dora,Dora,whatafrightyouhavegivenus!Howcameyoutobehere?”
“DavyandIcameovertoseeGinger,”sobbedDora,“butwecouldn’tseehimafterall,onlyDavymadehimswearbykickingthedoor.AndthenDavybroughtmehereandrunoutandshutthedoor;andIcouldn’tgetout.Icriedandcried,Iwasfrightened,andoh,I’msohungryandcold;andIthoughtyou’dnevercome,Anne.
