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“
But
punishments
are
so
horrid
and
I
like
to
imagine
only
pleasant
things
,
”
said
Anne
,
cuddling
Davy
.
“
There
are
so
many
unpleasant
things
in
the
world
already
that
there
is
no
use
in
imagining
any
more
.
”
In
the
end
Davy
was
sent
to
bed
,
as
usual
,
there
to
remain
until
noon
next
day
.
He
evidently
did
some
thinking
,
for
when
Anne
went
up
to
her
room
a
little
later
she
heard
him
calling
her
name
softly
.
Going
in
,
she
found
him
sitting
up
in
bed
,
with
his
elbows
on
his
knees
and
his
chin
propped
on
his
hands
.
“
Anne
,
”
he
said
solemnly
,
“
is
it
wrong
for
everybody
to
tell
whop
.
.
.
falsehoods
?
I
want
to
know
?
”
“
Yes
,
indeed
.
”
“
Is
it
wrong
for
a
grown
-
up
person
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
“
Then
,
”
said
Davy
decidedly
,
“
Marilla
is
bad
,
for
SHE
tells
them
.
And
she
’
s
worse
’
n
me
,
for
I
didn
’
t
know
it
was
wrong
but
she
does
.
”
“
Davy
Keith
,
Marilla
never
told
a
story
in
her
life
,
”
said
Anne
indignantly
.
“
She
did
so
.
She
told
me
last
Tuesday
that
something
dreadful
WOULD
happen
to
me
if
I
didn
’
t
say
my
prayers
every
night
.
And
I
haven
’
t
said
them
for
over
a
week
,
just
to
see
what
would
happen
.
.
.
and
nothing
has
,
”
concluded
Davy
in
an
aggrieved
tone
.
