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“
No
;
but
I
ain
’
t
going
to
bed
for
ever
so
long
yet
,
”
said
Davy
comfortably
.
“
Oh
,
yes
,
you
are
.
”
That
was
all
the
much
-
tried
Marilla
said
,
but
something
in
her
tone
squelched
even
Davy
.
He
trotted
obediently
upstairs
with
Anne
.
“
When
I
’
m
grown
up
the
very
first
thing
I
’
m
going
to
do
is
stay
up
ALL
night
just
to
see
what
it
would
be
like
,
”
he
told
her
confidentially
.
In
after
years
Marilla
never
thought
of
that
first
week
of
the
twins
’
sojourn
at
Green
Gables
without
a
shiver
.
Not
that
it
really
was
so
much
worse
than
the
weeks
that
followed
it
;
but
it
seemed
so
by
reason
of
its
novelty
.
There
was
seldom
a
waking
minute
of
any
day
when
Davy
was
not
in
mischief
or
devising
it
;
but
his
first
notable
exploit
occurred
two
days
after
his
arrival
,
on
Sunday
morning
.
.
.
a
fine
,
warm
day
,
as
hazy
and
mild
as
September
.
Anne
dressed
him
for
church
while
Marilla
attended
to
Dora
.
Davy
at
first
objected
strongly
to
having
his
face
washed
.
“
Marilla
washed
it
yesterday
.
.
.
and
Mrs
.
Wiggins
scoured
me
with
hard
soap
the
day
of
the
funeral
.
That
’
s
enough
for
one
week
.
I
don
’
t
see
the
good
of
being
so
awful
clean
.
It
’
s
lots
more
comfable
being
dirty
.
”
“
Paul
Irving
washes
his
face
every
day
of
his
own
accord
,
”
said
Anne
astutely
.
Davy
had
been
an
inmate
of
Green
Gables
for
little
over
forty
-
eight
hours
;
but
he
already
worshipped
Anne
and
hated
Paul
Irving
,
whom
he
had
heard
Anne
praising
enthusiastically
the
day
after
his
arrival
.
If
Paul
Irving
washed
his
face
every
day
,
that
settled
it
.
He
,
Davy
Keith
,
would
do
it
too
,
if
it
killed
him
.
The
same
consideration
induced
him
to
submit
meekly
to
the
other
details
of
his
toilet
,
and
he
was
really
a
handsome
little
lad
when
all
was
done
.
Anne
felt
an
almost
maternal
pride
in
him
as
she
led
him
into
the
old
Cuthbert
pew
.
Davy
behaved
quite
well
at
first
,
being
occupied
in
casting
covert
glances
at
all
the
small
boys
within
view
and
wondering
which
was
Paul
Irving
.
The
first
two
hymns
and
the
Scripture
reading
passed
off
uneventfully
.
Mr
.
Allan
was
praying
when
the
sensation
came
.
Lauretta
White
was
sitting
in
front
of
Davy
,
her
head
slightly
bent
and
her
fair
hair
hanging
in
two
long
braids
,
between
which
a
tempting
expanse
of
white
neck
showed
,
encased
in
a
loose
lace
frill
.
Lauretta
was
a
fat
,
placid
-
looking
child
of
eight
,
who
had
conducted
herself
irreproachably
in
church
from
the
very
first
day
her
mother
carried
her
there
,
an
infant
of
six
months
.
