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“
No
,
I
didn
’
t
forget
,
”
said
Davy
defiantly
,
“
but
I
ain
’
t
going
to
say
my
prayers
any
more
.
I
’
m
going
to
give
up
trying
to
be
good
,
‘
cause
no
matter
how
good
I
am
you
’
d
like
Paul
Irving
better
.
So
I
might
as
well
be
bad
and
have
the
fun
of
it
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
like
Paul
Irving
BETTER
,
”
said
Anne
seriously
.
“
I
like
you
just
as
well
,
only
in
a
different
way
.
”
“
But
I
want
you
to
like
me
the
same
way
,
”
pouted
Davy
.
“
You
can
’
t
like
different
people
the
same
way
.
You
don
’
t
like
Dora
and
me
the
same
way
,
do
you
?
”
Davy
sat
up
and
reflected
.
“
No
.
.
.
o
.
.
.
o
,
”
he
admitted
at
last
,
“
I
like
Dora
because
she
’
s
my
sister
but
I
like
you
because
you
’
re
YOU
.
”
“
And
I
like
Paul
because
he
is
Paul
and
Davy
because
he
is
Davy
,
”
said
Anne
gaily
.
“
Well
,
I
kind
of
wish
I
’
d
said
my
prayers
then
,
”
said
Davy
,
convinced
by
this
logic
.
“
But
it
’
s
too
much
bother
getting
out
now
to
say
them
.
I
’
ll
say
them
twice
over
in
the
morning
,
Anne
.
Won
’
t
that
do
as
well
?
”
No
,
Anne
was
positive
it
would
not
do
as
well
.
So
Davy
scrambled
out
and
knelt
down
at
her
knee
.
When
he
had
finished
his
devotions
he
leaned
back
on
his
little
,
bare
,
brown
heels
and
looked
up
at
her
.
