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“
Goodness
,
you
couldn
’
t
tell
.
.
.
they
were
too
dirty
.
Davy
had
been
out
making
mud
pies
and
Dora
went
out
to
call
him
in
.
Davy
pushed
her
headfirst
into
the
biggest
pie
and
then
,
because
she
cried
,
he
got
into
it
himself
and
wallowed
in
it
to
show
her
it
was
nothing
to
cry
about
.
Mary
said
Dora
was
really
a
very
good
child
but
that
Davy
was
full
of
mischief
.
He
has
never
had
any
bringing
up
you
might
say
.
His
father
died
when
he
was
a
baby
and
Mary
has
been
sick
almost
ever
since
.
”
“
I
’
m
always
sorry
for
children
that
have
no
bringing
up
,
”
said
Anne
soberly
.
“
You
know
I
hadn
’
t
any
till
you
took
me
in
hand
.
I
hope
their
uncle
will
look
after
them
.
Just
what
relation
is
Mrs
.
Keith
to
you
?
”
“
Mary
?
None
in
the
world
.
It
was
her
husband
.
.
.
he
was
our
third
cousin
.
There
’
s
Mrs
.
Lynde
coming
through
the
yard
.
I
thought
she
’
d
be
up
to
hear
about
Mary
.
”
“
Don
’
t
tell
her
about
Mr
.
Harrison
and
the
cow
,
”
implored
Anne
.
Marilla
promised
;
but
the
promise
was
quite
unnecessary
,
for
Mrs
.
Lynde
was
no
sooner
fairly
seated
than
she
said
,
“
I
saw
Mr
.
Harrison
chasing
your
Jersey
out
of
his
oats
today
when
I
was
coming
home
from
Carmody
.
I
thought
he
looked
pretty
mad
.
Did
he
make
much
of
a
rumpus
?
”
Anne
and
Marilla
furtively
exchanged
amused
smiles
.
Few
things
in
Avonlea
ever
escaped
Mrs
.
Lynde
.
It
was
only
that
morning
Anne
had
said
,
“
If
you
went
to
your
own
room
at
midnight
,
locked
the
door
,
pulled
down
the
blind
,
and
SNEEZED
,
Mrs
.
Lynde
would
ask
you
the
next
day
how
your
cold
was
!
”
“
I
believe
he
did
,
”
admitted
Marilla
.
“
I
was
away
.
He
gave
Anne
a
piece
of
his
mind
.
”
