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“
Oh
,
all
right
,
”
said
Davy
,
somewhat
comforted
.
“
I
know
Anne
’
ll
save
some
nice
bones
for
me
,
won
’
t
you
,
Anne
?
‘
Cause
you
know
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
fall
on
the
pies
.
Say
,
Anne
,
since
they
ARE
spoiled
can
’
t
I
take
some
of
the
pieces
upstairs
with
me
?
”
“
No
,
no
lemon
pie
for
you
,
Master
Davy
,
”
said
Marilla
,
pushing
him
toward
the
hall
.
“
What
shall
we
do
for
dessert
?
”
asked
Anne
,
looking
regretfully
at
the
wreck
and
ruin
.
“
Get
out
a
crock
of
strawberry
preserves
,
”
said
Marilla
consolingly
.
“
There
’
s
plenty
of
whipped
cream
left
in
the
bowl
for
it
.
”
One
o
’
clock
came
.
.
.
but
no
Priscilla
or
Mrs
.
Morgan
.
Anne
was
in
an
agony
.
Everything
was
done
to
a
turn
and
the
soup
was
just
what
soup
should
be
,
but
couldn
’
t
be
depended
on
to
remain
so
for
any
length
of
time
.
“
I
don
’
t
believe
they
’
re
coming
after
all
,
”
said
Marilla
crossly
.
Anne
and
Diana
sought
comfort
in
each
other
’
s
eyes
.
At
half
past
one
Marilla
again
emerged
from
the
parlor
.
“
Girls
,
we
MUST
have
dinner
.
Everybody
is
hungry
and
it
’
s
no
use
waiting
any
longer
.
Priscilla
and
Mrs
.
Morgan
are
not
coming
,
that
’
s
plain
,
and
nothing
is
being
improved
by
waiting
.
”
Anne
and
Diana
set
about
lifting
the
dinner
,
with
all
the
zest
gone
out
of
the
performance
.
