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Anne
hastened
to
the
sitting
room
closet
to
get
the
platter
.
She
had
,
in
accordance
with
her
promise
to
Mrs
.
Lynde
,
written
to
Miss
Barry
of
Charlottetown
,
asking
for
the
loan
of
it
.
Miss
Barry
was
an
old
friend
of
Anne
’
s
,
and
she
promptly
sent
the
platter
out
,
with
a
letter
exhorting
Anne
to
be
very
careful
of
it
,
for
she
had
paid
twenty
dollars
for
it
.
The
platter
had
served
its
purpose
at
the
Aid
bazaar
and
had
then
been
returned
to
the
Green
Gables
closet
,
for
Anne
would
not
trust
anybody
but
herself
to
take
it
back
to
town
.
She
carried
the
platter
carefully
to
the
front
door
where
her
guests
were
enjoying
the
cool
breeze
that
blew
up
from
the
brook
.
It
was
examined
and
admired
;
then
,
just
as
Anne
had
taken
it
back
into
her
own
hands
,
a
terrific
crash
and
clatter
sounded
from
the
kitchen
pantry
.
Marilla
,
Diana
,
and
Anne
fled
out
,
the
latter
pausing
only
long
enough
to
set
the
precious
platter
hastily
down
on
the
second
step
of
the
stairs
.
When
they
reached
the
pantry
a
truly
harrowing
spectacle
met
their
eyes
.
.
.
a
guilty
looking
small
boy
scrambling
down
from
the
table
,
with
his
clean
print
blouse
liberally
plastered
with
yellow
filling
,
and
on
the
table
the
shattered
remnants
of
what
had
been
two
brave
,
becreamed
lemon
pies
.
Davy
had
finished
ravelling
out
his
herring
net
and
had
wound
the
twine
into
a
ball
.
Then
he
had
gone
into
the
pantry
to
put
it
up
on
the
shelf
above
the
table
,
where
he
already
kept
a
score
or
so
of
similar
balls
,
which
,
so
far
as
could
be
discovered
,
served
no
useful
purpose
save
to
yield
the
joy
of
possession
.
Davy
had
to
climb
on
the
table
and
reach
over
to
the
shelf
at
a
dangerous
angle
.
.
.
something
he
had
been
forbidden
by
Marilla
to
do
,
as
he
had
come
to
grief
once
before
in
the
experiment
.
The
result
in
this
instance
was
disastrous
.
Davy
slipped
and
came
sprawling
squarely
down
on
the
lemon
pies
.
His
clean
blouse
was
ruined
for
that
time
and
the
pies
for
all
time
.
It
is
,
however
,
an
ill
wind
that
blows
nobody
good
,
and
the
pig
was
eventually
the
gainer
by
Davy
’
s
mischance
.
“
Davy
Keith
,
”
said
Marilla
,
shaking
him
by
the
shoulder
,
“
didn
’
t
I
forbid
you
to
climb
up
on
that
table
again
?
Didn
’
t
I
?
”
“
I
forgot
,
”
whimpered
Davy
.
“
You
’
ve
told
me
not
to
do
such
an
awful
lot
of
things
that
I
can
’
t
remember
them
all
.
”
“
Well
,
you
march
upstairs
and
stay
there
till
after
dinner
.
Perhaps
you
’
ll
get
them
sorted
out
in
your
memory
by
that
time
.
No
,
Anne
,
never
you
mind
interceding
for
him
.
I
’
m
not
punishing
him
because
he
spoiled
your
pies
.
.
.
that
was
an
accident
.
I
’
m
punishing
him
for
his
disobedience
.
Go
,
Davy
,
I
say
.
”
“
Ain
’
t
I
to
have
any
dinner
?
”
wailed
Davy
.
“
You
can
come
down
after
dinner
is
over
and
have
yours
in
the
kitchen
.
”
