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X. Davy in Search of a Sensation
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“DavyKeith,Marillanevertoldastoryinherlife,”saidAnneindignantly.
“Shedidso.ShetoldmelastTuesdaythatsomethingdreadfulWOULDhappentomeifIdidn’tsaymyprayerseverynight.AndIhaven’tsaidthemforoveraweek,justtoseewhatwouldhappen...andnothinghas,”concludedDavyinanaggrievedtone.
Annechokedbackamaddesiretolaughwiththeconvictionthatitwouldbefatal,andthenearnestlysetaboutsavingMarilla’sreputation.
“Why,DavyKeith,”shesaidsolemnly,“somethingdreadfulHAShappenedtoyouthisveryday.”
Davylookedsceptical.
“Is’poseyoumeanbeingsenttobedwithoutanysupper,”hesaidscornfully,“butTHATisn’tdreadful.Course,Idon’tlikeit,butI’vebeensenttobedsomuchsinceIcomeherethatI’mgettingusedtoit.Andyoudon’tsaveanythingbymakingmegowithoutsuppereither,forIalwayseattwiceasmuchforbreakfast.”
“Idon’tmeanyourbeingsenttobed.Imeanthefactthatyoutoldafalsehoodtoday.And,Davy,”...Anneleanedoverthefootboardofthebedandshookherfingerimpressivelyattheculprit...“foraboytotellwhatisn’ttrueisalmosttheworstthingthatcouldHAPPENtohim...almosttheveryworst.SoyouseeMarillatoldyouthetruth.”
“ButIthoughtthesomethingbadwouldbeexciting,”protestedDavyinaninjuredtone.
“Marillaisn’ttoblameforwhatyouthought.Badthingsaren’talwaysexciting.They’reveryoftenjustnastyandstupid.
