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“
Well
,
it
was
partly
a
zacksident
,
”
explained
Davy
.
“
He
stuck
his
head
in
on
purpose
but
the
rest
of
him
fell
in
zacksidentally
.
We
was
all
down
at
the
brook
and
Prillie
Rogerson
got
mad
at
Paul
about
something
.
.
.
she
’
s
awful
mean
and
horrid
anyway
,
if
she
IS
pretty
.
.
.
and
said
that
his
grandmother
put
his
hair
up
in
curl
rags
every
night
.
Paul
wouldn
’
t
have
minded
what
she
said
,
I
guess
,
but
Gracie
Andrews
laughed
,
and
Paul
got
awful
red
,
‘
cause
Gracie
’
s
his
girl
,
you
know
.
He
’
s
CLEAN
GONE
on
her
.
.
.
brings
her
flowers
and
carries
her
books
as
far
as
the
shore
road
.
He
got
as
red
as
a
beet
and
said
his
grandmother
didn
’
t
do
any
such
thing
and
his
hair
was
born
curly
.
And
then
he
laid
down
on
the
bank
and
stuck
his
head
right
into
the
spring
to
show
them
.
Oh
,
it
wasn
’
t
the
spring
we
drink
out
of
.
.
.
”
seeing
a
horrified
look
on
Marilla
’
s
face
.
.
.
“
it
was
the
little
one
lower
down
.
But
the
bank
’
s
awful
slippy
and
Paul
went
right
in
.
I
tell
you
he
made
a
bully
splash
.
Oh
,
Anne
,
Anne
,
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
say
that
.
.
.
it
just
slipped
out
before
I
thought
.
He
made
a
SPLENDID
splash
.
But
he
looked
so
funny
when
he
crawled
out
,
all
wet
and
muddy
.
The
girls
laughed
more
’
n
ever
,
but
Gracie
didn
’
t
laugh
.
She
looked
sorry
.
Gracie
’
s
a
nice
girl
but
she
’
s
got
a
snub
nose
.
When
I
get
big
enough
to
have
a
girl
I
won
’
t
have
one
with
a
snub
nose
.
.
.
I
’
ll
pick
one
with
a
pretty
nose
like
yours
,
Anne
.
”
“
A
boy
who
makes
such
a
mess
of
syrup
all
over
his
face
when
he
is
eating
his
pudding
will
never
get
a
girl
to
look
at
him
,
”
said
Marilla
severely
.
“
But
I
’
ll
wash
my
face
before
I
go
courting
,
”
protested
Davy
,
trying
to
improve
matters
by
rubbing
the
back
of
his
hand
over
the
smears
.
“
And
I
’
ll
wash
behind
my
ears
too
,
without
being
told
.
I
remembered
to
this
morning
,
Marilla
.
I
don
’
t
forget
half
as
often
as
I
did
.
But
.
.
.
”
and
Davy
sighed
.
.
.
“
there
’
s
so
many
corners
about
a
fellow
that
it
’
s
awful
hard
to
remember
them
all
.
Well
,
if
I
can
’
t
go
to
Miss
Lavendar
’
s
I
’
ll
go
over
and
see
Mrs
.
Harrison
.
Mrs
.
Harrison
’
s
an
awful
nice
woman
,
I
tell
you
.
She
keeps
a
jar
of
cookies
in
her
pantry
a
-
purpose
for
little
boys
,
and
she
always
gives
me
the
scrapings
out
of
a
pan
she
’
s
mixed
up
a
plum
cake
in
.
A
good
many
plums
stick
to
the
sides
,
you
see
.
Mr
.
Harrison
was
always
a
nice
man
,
but
he
’
s
twice
as
nice
since
he
got
married
over
again
.
I
guess
getting
married
makes
folks
nicer
.
Why
don
’
t
YOU
get
married
,
Marilla
?
I
want
to
know
.
”
Marilla
’
s
state
of
single
blessedness
had
never
been
a
sore
point
with
her
,
so
she
answered
amiably
,
with
an
exchange
of
significant
looks
with
Anne
,
that
she
supposed
it
was
because
nobody
would
have
her
.
“
But
maybe
you
never
asked
anybody
to
have
you
,
”
protested
Davy
.
“
Oh
,
Davy
,
”
said
Dora
primly
,
shocked
into
speaking
without
being
spoken
to
,
“
it
’
s
the
MEN
that
have
to
do
the
asking
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
why
they
have
to
do
it
ALWAYS
,
”
grumbled
Davy
.
“
Seems
to
me
everything
’
s
put
on
the
men
in
this
world
.
Can
I
have
some
more
pudding
,
Marilla
?
”
“
You
’
ve
had
as
much
as
was
good
for
you
,
”
said
Marilla
;
but
she
gave
him
a
moderate
second
helping
.
