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The
guests
in
the
parlor
heard
peal
after
peal
of
laughter
from
the
kitchen
,
but
they
never
knew
what
the
fun
was
about
.
There
were
no
green
peas
on
the
dinner
table
that
day
,
however
.
“
Well
,
”
said
Anne
,
sobering
down
again
with
a
sigh
of
recollection
,
“
we
have
the
salad
anyhow
and
I
don
’
t
think
anything
has
happened
to
the
beans
.
Let
’
s
carry
the
things
in
and
get
it
over
.
”
It
cannot
be
said
that
that
dinner
was
a
notable
success
socially
.
The
Allans
and
Miss
Stacy
exerted
themselves
to
save
the
situation
and
Marilla
’
s
customary
placidity
was
not
noticeably
ruffled
.
But
Anne
and
Diana
,
between
their
disappointment
and
the
reaction
from
their
excitement
of
the
forenoon
,
could
neither
talk
nor
eat
.
Anne
tried
heroically
to
bear
her
part
in
the
conversation
for
the
sake
of
her
guests
;
but
all
the
sparkle
had
been
quenched
in
her
for
the
time
being
,
and
,
in
spite
of
her
love
for
the
Allans
and
Miss
Stacy
,
she
couldn
’
t
help
thinking
how
nice
it
would
be
when
everybody
had
gone
home
and
she
could
bury
her
weariness
and
disappointment
in
the
pillows
of
the
east
gable
.
There
is
an
old
proverb
that
really
seems
at
times
to
be
inspired
.
.
.
“
it
never
rains
but
it
pours
.
”
The
measure
of
that
day
’
s
tribulations
was
not
yet
full
.
Just
as
Mr
.
Allan
had
finished
returning
thanks
there
arose
a
strange
,
ominous
sound
on
the
stairs
,
as
of
some
hard
,
heavy
object
bounding
from
step
to
step
,
finishing
up
with
a
grand
smash
at
the
bottom
.
Everybody
ran
out
into
the
hall
.
Anne
gave
a
shriek
of
dismay
.
At
the
bottom
of
the
stairs
lay
a
big
pink
conch
shell
amid
the
fragments
of
what
had
been
Miss
Barry
’
s
platter
;
and
at
the
top
of
the
stairs
knelt
a
terrified
Davy
,
gazing
down
with
wide
-
open
eyes
at
the
havoc
.
“
Davy
,
”
said
Marilla
ominously
,
“
did
you
throw
that
conch
down
ON
PURPOSE
?
”
“
No
,
I
never
did
,
”
whimpered
Davy
.
“
I
was
just
kneeling
here
,
quiet
as
quiet
,
to
watch
you
folks
through
the
bannisters
,
and
my
foot
struck
that
old
thing
and
pushed
it
off
.
.
.
and
I
’
m
awful
hungry
.
.
.
and
I
do
wish
you
’
d
lick
a
fellow
and
have
done
with
it
,
instead
of
always
sending
him
upstairs
to
miss
all
the
fun
.
”
“
Don
’
t
blame
Davy
,
”
said
Anne
,
gathering
up
the
fragments
with
trembling
fingers
.
“
It
was
my
fault
.
I
set
that
platter
there
and
forgot
all
about
it
.
I
am
properly
punished
for
my
carelessness
;
but
oh
,
what
will
Miss
Barry
say
?
”
