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Ginger
,
in
the
kitchen
behind
her
,
shrieked
and
swore
with
sudden
fierceness
;
but
between
his
outbursts
Anne
heard
a
plaintive
cry
from
the
little
building
in
the
yard
which
served
Mr
.
Harrison
as
a
toolhouse
.
Anne
flew
to
the
door
,
unhasped
it
,
and
caught
up
a
small
mortal
with
a
tearstained
face
who
was
sitting
forlornly
on
an
upturned
nail
keg
.
“
Oh
,
Dora
,
Dora
,
what
a
fright
you
have
given
us
!
How
came
you
to
be
here
?
”
“
Davy
and
I
came
over
to
see
Ginger
,
”
sobbed
Dora
,
“
but
we
couldn
’
t
see
him
after
all
,
only
Davy
made
him
swear
by
kicking
the
door
.
And
then
Davy
brought
me
here
and
run
out
and
shut
the
door
;
and
I
couldn
’
t
get
out
.
I
cried
and
cried
,
I
was
frightened
,
and
oh
,
I
’
m
so
hungry
and
cold
;
and
I
thought
you
’
d
never
come
,
Anne
.
”
“
Davy
?
”
But
Anne
could
say
no
more
.
She
carried
Dora
home
with
a
heavy
heart
.
Her
joy
at
finding
the
child
safe
and
sound
was
drowned
out
in
the
pain
caused
by
Davy
’
s
behavior
.
The
freak
of
shutting
Dora
up
might
easily
have
been
pardoned
.
But
Davy
had
told
falsehoods
.
.
.
downright
coldblooded
falsehoods
about
it
.
That
was
the
ugly
fact
and
Anne
could
not
shut
her
eyes
to
it
.
She
could
have
sat
down
and
cried
with
sheer
disappointment
.
She
had
grown
to
love
Davy
dearly
.
.
.
how
dearly
she
had
not
known
until
this
minute
.
.
.
and
it
hurt
her
unbearably
to
discover
that
he
was
guilty
of
deliberate
falsehood
.
Marilla
listened
to
Anne
’
s
tale
in
a
silence
that
boded
no
good
Davy
-
ward
;
Mr
.
Barry
laughed
and
advised
that
Davy
be
summarily
dealt
with
.
When
he
had
gone
home
Anne
soothed
and
warmed
the
sobbing
,
shivering
Dora
,
got
her
her
supper
and
put
her
to
bed
.
Then
she
returned
to
the
kitchen
,
just
as
Marilla
came
grimly
in
,
leading
,
or
rather
pulling
,
the
reluctant
,
cobwebby
Davy
,
whom
she
had
just
found
hidden
away
in
the
darkest
corner
of
the
stable
.
She
jerked
him
to
the
mat
on
the
middle
of
the
floor
and
then
went
and
sat
down
by
the
east
window
.
Anne
was
sitting
limply
by
the
west
window
.
Between
them
stood
the
culprit
.
His
back
was
toward
Marilla
and
it
was
a
meek
,
subdued
,
frightened
back
;
but
his
face
was
toward
Anne
and
although
it
was
a
little
shamefaced
there
was
a
gleam
of
comradeship
in
Davy
’
s
eyes
,
as
if
he
knew
he
had
done
wrong
and
was
going
to
be
punished
for
it
,
but
could
count
on
a
laugh
over
it
all
with
Anne
later
on
.
But
no
half
hidden
smile
answered
him
in
Anne
’
s
gray
eyes
,
as
there
might
have
done
had
it
been
only
a
question
of
mischief
.
There
was
something
else
.
.
.
something
ugly
and
repulsive
.
“
How
could
you
behave
so
,
Davy
?
”
she
asked
sorrowfully
.
Davy
squirmed
uncomfortably
.
