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“
Yes
,
I
want
to
be
good
but
not
TOO
good
,
”
said
Davy
cautiously
.
“
You
don
’
t
have
to
be
very
good
to
be
a
Sunday
School
superintendent
.
Mr
.
Bell
’
s
that
,
and
he
’
s
a
real
bad
man
.
”
“
Indeed
he
’
s
not
,
”
said
Marila
indignantly
.
“
He
is
.
.
.
he
says
he
is
himself
,
”
asseverated
Davy
.
“
He
said
it
when
he
prayed
in
Sunday
School
last
Sunday
.
He
said
he
was
a
vile
worm
and
a
miserable
sinner
and
guilty
of
the
blackest
‘
niquity
.
What
did
he
do
that
was
so
bad
,
Marilla
?
Did
he
kill
anybody
?
Or
steal
the
collection
cents
?
I
want
to
know
.
”
Fortunately
Mrs
.
Lynde
came
driving
up
the
lane
at
this
moment
and
Marilla
made
off
,
feeling
that
she
had
escaped
from
the
snare
of
the
fowler
,
and
wishing
devoutly
that
Mr
.
Bell
were
not
quite
so
highly
figurative
in
his
public
petitions
,
especially
in
the
hearing
of
small
boys
who
were
always
“
wanting
to
know
.
”
Anne
,
left
alone
in
her
glory
,
worked
with
a
will
.
The
floor
was
swept
,
the
beds
made
,
the
hens
fed
,
the
muslin
dress
washed
and
hung
out
on
the
line
.
Then
Anne
prepared
for
the
transfer
of
feathers
.
She
mounted
to
the
garret
and
donned
the
first
old
dress
that
came
to
hand
.
.
.
a
navy
blue
cashmere
she
had
worn
at
fourteen
.
It
was
decidedly
on
the
short
side
and
as
“
skimpy
”
as
the
notable
wincey
Anne
had
worn
upon
the
occasion
of
her
debut
at
Green
Gables
;
but
at
least
it
would
not
be
materially
injured
by
down
and
feathers
.
Anne
completed
her
toilet
by
tying
a
big
red
and
white
spotted
handkerchief
that
had
belonged
to
Matthew
over
her
head
,
and
,
thus
accoutred
,
betook
herself
to
the
kitchen
chamber
,
whither
Marilla
,
before
her
departure
,
had
helped
her
carry
the
feather
bed
.
A
cracked
mirror
hung
by
the
chamber
window
and
in
an
unlucky
moment
Anne
looked
into
it
.
There
were
those
seven
freckles
on
her
nose
,
more
rampant
than
ever
,
or
so
it
seemed
in
the
glare
of
light
from
the
unshaded
window
.
“
Oh
,
I
forgot
to
rub
that
lotion
on
last
night
,
”
she
thought
.
“
I
’
d
better
run
down
to
the
pantry
and
do
it
now
.
”
Anne
had
already
suffered
many
things
trying
to
remove
those
freckles
.
On
one
occasion
the
entire
skin
had
peeled
off
her
nose
but
the
freckles
remained
.
A
few
days
previously
she
had
found
a
recipe
for
a
freckle
lotion
in
a
magazine
and
,
as
the
ingredients
were
within
her
reach
,
she
straightway
compounded
it
,
much
to
the
disgust
of
Marilla
,
who
thought
that
if
Providence
had
placed
freckles
on
your
nose
it
was
your
bounden
duty
to
leave
them
there
.
