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“
Anne
,
don
’
t
you
like
me
a
little
bit
,
even
if
I
ain
’
t
a
good
boy
like
Paul
?
”
“
Indeed
I
do
,
”
said
Anne
sincerely
.
Somehow
,
it
was
impossible
to
help
liking
Davy
.
“
But
I
’
d
like
you
better
still
if
you
weren
’
t
so
naughty
.
”
“
I
.
.
.
did
something
else
today
,
”
went
on
Davy
in
a
muffled
voice
.
“
I
’
m
sorry
now
but
I
’
m
awful
scared
to
tell
you
.
You
won
’
t
be
very
cross
,
will
you
?
And
you
won
’
t
tell
Marilla
,
will
you
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
,
Davy
.
Perhaps
I
ought
to
tell
her
.
But
I
think
I
can
promise
you
I
won
’
t
if
you
promise
me
that
you
will
never
do
it
again
,
whatever
it
is
.
”
“
No
,
I
never
will
.
Anyhow
,
it
’
s
not
likely
I
’
d
find
any
more
of
them
this
year
.
I
found
this
one
on
the
cellar
steps
.
”
“
Davy
,
what
is
it
you
’
ve
done
?
”
“
I
put
a
toad
in
Marilla
’
s
bed
.
You
can
go
and
take
it
out
if
you
like
.
But
say
,
Anne
,
wouldn
’
t
it
be
fun
to
leave
it
there
?
”
“
Davy
Keith
!
”
Anne
sprang
from
Davy
’
s
clinging
arms
and
flew
across
the
hall
to
Marilla
’
s
room
The
bed
was
slightly
rumpled
.
She
threw
back
the
blankets
in
nervous
haste
and
there
in
very
truth
was
the
toad
,
blinking
at
her
from
under
a
pillow
.
“
How
can
I
carry
that
awful
thing
out
?
”
moaned
Anne
with
a
shudder
.
The
fire
shovel
suggested
itself
to
her
and
she
crept
down
to
get
it
while
Marilla
was
busy
in
the
pantry
.
Anne
had
her
own
troubles
carrying
that
toad
downstairs
,
for
it
hopped
off
the
shovel
three
times
and
once
she
thought
she
had
lost
it
in
the
hall
.
When
she
finally
deposited
it
in
the
cherry
orchard
she
drew
a
long
breath
of
relief
.
