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X. Davy in Search of a Sensation
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“ItwasawfulfunnytoseeMarillaandyoulookingdownthewell,though,”saidDavy,hugginghisknees.
Annekeptasoberfaceuntilshegotdownstairsandthenshecollapsedonthesittingroomloungeandlaugheduntilhersidesached.
“Iwishyou’dtellmethejoke,”saidMarilla,alittlegrimly.“Ihaven’tseenmuchtolaughattoday.”
“You’lllaughwhenyouhearthis,”assuredAnne.AndMarilladidlaugh,whichshowedhowmuchhereducationhadadvancedsincetheadoptionofAnne.Butshesighedimmediatelyafterwards.
“IsupposeIshouldn’thavetoldhimthat,althoughIheardaministersayittoachildonce.Buthedidaggravatemeso.ItwasthatnightyouwereattheCarmodyconcertandIwasputtinghimtobed.Hesaidhedidn’tseethegoodofprayinguntilhegotbigenoughtobeofsomeimportancetoGod.Anne,Idonotknowwhatwearegoingtodowiththatchild.Ineversawhisbeat.I’mfeelingcleandiscouraged.”
“Oh,don’tsaythat,Marilla.RememberhowbadIwaswhenIcamehere.”
“Anne,youneverwerebad...NEVER.Iseethatnow,whenI’velearnedwhatrealbadnessis.Youwerealwaysgettingintoterriblescrapes,I’lladmit,butyourmotivewasalwaysgood.Davyisjustbadfromsheerloveofit.”
“Oh,no,Idon’tthinkitisrealbadnesswithhimeither,”pleadedAnne.“It’sjustmischief.Anditisratherquietforhimhere,youknow.Hehasnootherboystoplaywithandhismindhastohavesomethingtooccupyit.Doraissoprimandpropersheisnogoodforaboy’splaymate
