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"
You
'll
go
to
the
other
place
if
you
break
the
Sabbath
day
,
"
said
unhappy
Dora
,
following
him
sorely
against
her
will
.
But
Davy
was
not
scared
--
yet
.
Hell
was
very
far
off
,
and
the
delights
of
a
fishing
expedition
with
the
Cottons
were
very
near
.
He
wished
Dora
had
more
spunk
.
She
kept
looking
back
as
if
she
were
going
to
cry
every
minute
,
and
that
spoiled
a
fellow
's
fun
.
Hang
girls
,
anyway
.
Davy
did
not
say
"
darn
"
this
time
,
even
in
thought
.
He
was
not
sorry
--
yet
--
that
he
had
said
it
once
,
but
it
might
be
as
well
not
to
tempt
the
Unknown
Powers
too
far
on
one
day
.
The
small
Cottons
were
playing
in
their
back
yard
,
and
hailed
Davy
's
appearance
with
whoops
of
delight
.
Pete
,
Tommy
,
Adolphus
,
and
Mirabel
Cotton
were
all
alone
.
Their
mother
and
older
sisters
were
away
.
Dora
was
thankful
Mirabel
was
there
,
at
least
.
She
had
been
afraid
she
would
be
alone
in
a
crowd
of
boys
.
Mirabel
was
almost
as
bad
as
a
boy
--
she
was
so
noisy
and
sunburned
and
reckless
.
But
at
least
she
wore
dresses
.
"
We
've
come
to
go
fishing
,
"
announced
Davy
.
"
Whoop
,
"
yelled
the
Cottons
.
They
rushed
away
to
dig
worms
at
once
,
Mirabel
leading
the
van
with
a
tin
can
.
Dora
could
have
sat
down
and
cried
.
Oh
,
if
only
that
hateful
Frank
Bell
had
never
kissed
her
!
Then
she
could
have
defied
Davy
,
and
gone
to
her
beloved
Sunday
School
.
They
dared
not
,
of
course
,
go
fishing
on
the
pond
,
where
they
would
be
seen
by
people
going
to
church
.
They
had
to
resort
to
the
brook
in
the
woods
behind
the
Cotton
house
.
But
it
was
full
of
trout
,
and
they
had
a
glorious
time
that
morning
--
at
least
the
Cottons
certainly
had
,
and
Davy
seemed
to
have
it
.
Not
being
entirely
bereft
of
prudence
,
he
had
discarded
boots
and
stockings
and
borrowed
Tommy
Cotton
's
overalls
.
Thus
accoutered
,
bog
and
marsh
and
undergrowth
had
no
terrors
for
him
.
Dora
was
frankly
and
manifestly
miserable
.
She
followed
the
others
in
their
peregrinations
from
pool
to
pool
,
clasping
her
Bible
and
quarterly
tightly
and
thinking
with
bitterness
of
soul
of
her
beloved
class
where
she
should
be
sitting
that
very
moment
,
before
a
teacher
she
adored
.
Instead
,
here
she
was
roaming
the
woods
with
those
half-wild
Cottons
,
trying
to
keep
her
boots
clean
and
her
pretty
white
dress
free
from
rents
and
stains
.
Mirabel
had
offered
the
loan
of
an
apron
but
Dora
had
scornfully
refused
.
The
trout
bit
as
they
always
do
on
Sundays
.
In
an
hour
the
transgressors
had
all
the
fish
they
wanted
,
so
they
returned
to
the
house
,
much
to
Dora
's
relief
.
She
sat
primly
on
a
hencoop
in
the
yard
while
the
others
played
an
uproarious
game
of
tag
;
and
then
they
all
climbed
to
the
top
of
the
pig-house
roof
and
cut
their
initials
on
the
saddleboard
.
The
flat-roofed
henhouse
and
a
pile
of
straw
beneath
gave
Davy
another
inspiration
.
They
spent
a
splendid
half
hour
climbing
on
the
roof
and
diving
off
into
the
straw
with
whoops
and
yells
.
But
even
unlawful
pleasures
must
come
to
an
end
.
When
the
rumble
of
wheels
over
the
pond
bridge
told
that
people
were
going
home
from
church
Davy
knew
they
must
go
.
He
discarded
Tommy
's
overalls
,
resumed
his
own
rightful
attire
,
and
turned
away
from
his
string
of
trout
with
a
sigh
.
No
use
to
think
of
taking
them
home
.
