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Davy
thrust
his
hand
into
his
pocket
and
produced
.
.
.
a
caterpillar
,
a
furry
,
squirming
caterpillar
.
Marilla
saw
and
clutched
at
him
but
she
was
too
late
.
Davy
dropped
the
caterpillar
down
Lauretta
’
s
neck
.
Right
into
the
middle
of
Mr
.
Allan
’
s
prayer
burst
a
series
of
piercing
shrieks
.
The
minister
stopped
appalled
and
opened
his
eyes
.
Every
head
in
the
congregation
flew
up
.
Lauretta
White
was
dancing
up
and
down
in
her
pew
,
clutching
frantically
at
the
back
of
her
dress
.
“
Ow
.
.
.
mommer
.
.
.
mommer
.
.
.
ow
.
.
.
take
it
off
.
.
.
ow
.
.
.
get
it
out
.
.
.
ow
.
.
.
that
bad
boy
put
it
down
my
neck
.
.
.
ow
.
.
.
mommer
.
.
.
it
’
s
going
further
down
.
.
.
ow
.
.
.
ow
.
.
.
ow
.
.
.
.
”
Mrs
.
White
rose
and
with
a
set
face
carried
the
hysterical
,
writhing
Lauretta
out
of
church
.
Her
shrieks
died
away
in
the
distance
and
Mr
.
Allan
proceeded
with
the
service
.
But
everybody
felt
that
it
was
a
failure
that
day
.
For
the
first
time
in
her
life
Marilla
took
no
notice
of
the
text
and
Anne
sat
with
scarlet
cheeks
of
mortification
.
When
they
got
home
Marilla
put
Davy
to
bed
and
made
him
stay
there
for
the
rest
of
the
day
.
She
would
not
give
him
any
dinner
but
allowed
him
a
plain
tea
of
bread
and
milk
.
Anne
carried
it
to
him
and
sat
sorrowfully
by
him
while
he
ate
it
with
an
unrepentant
relish
.
But
Anne
’
s
mournful
eyes
troubled
him
.
“
I
s
’
pose
,
”
he
said
reflectively
,
“
that
Paul
Irving
wouldn
’
t
have
dropped
a
caterpillar
down
a
girl
’
s
neck
in
church
,
would
he
?
”
“
Indeed
he
wouldn
’
t
,
”
said
Anne
sadly
.
“
Well
,
I
’
m
kind
of
sorry
I
did
it
,
then
,
”
conceded
Davy
.
“
But
it
was
such
a
jolly
big
caterpillar
.
.
.
I
picked
him
up
on
the
church
steps
just
as
we
went
in
.
It
seemed
a
pity
to
waste
him
.
And
say
,
wasn
’
t
it
fun
to
hear
that
girl
yell
?
”
Tuesday
afternoon
the
Aid
Society
met
at
Green
Gables
.
Anne
hurried
home
from
school
,
for
she
knew
that
Marilla
would
need
all
the
assistance
she
could
give
.
Dora
,
neat
and
proper
,
in
her
nicely
starched
white
dress
and
black
sash
,
was
sitting
with
the
members
of
the
Aid
in
the
parlor
,
speaking
demurely
when
spoken
to
,
keeping
silence
when
not
,
and
in
every
way
comporting
herself
as
a
model
child
.
Davy
,
blissfully
dirty
,
was
making
mud
pies
in
the
barnyard
.
