Part 15 (2/2)
”YOU should know. You should listen more attentively to the announcements. What was Mr. Harvey's text?”
Davy took a frantic gulp of water and swallowed it and the last protest of conscience together. He glibly recited an old Golden Text learned several weeks ago. Fortunately Mrs. Lynde now stopped questioning him; but Davy did not enjoy his dinner.
He could only eat one helping of pudding.
”What's the matter with you?” demanded justly astonished Mrs. Lynde.
”Are you sick?”
”No,” muttered Davy.
”You look pale. You'd better keep out of the sun this afternoon,”
admonished Mrs. Lynde.
”Do you know how many lies you told Mrs. Lynde?” asked Dora reproachfully, as soon as they were alone after dinner.
Davy, goaded to desperation, turned fiercely.
”I don't know and I don't care,” he said. ”You just shut up, Dora Keith.”
Then poor Davy betook himself to a secluded retreat behind the woodpile to think over the way of transgressors.
Green Gables was wrapped in darkness and silence when Anne reached home.
She lost no time going to bed, for she was very tired and sleepy. There had been several Avonlea jollifications the preceding week, involving rather late hours. Anne's head was hardly on her pillow before she was half asleep; but just then her door was softly opened and a pleading voice said, ”Anne.”
Anne sat up drowsily.
”Davy, is that you? What is the matter?”
A white-clad figure flung itself across the floor and on to the bed.
”Anne,” sobbed Davy, getting his arms about her neck. ”I'm awful glad you're home. I couldn't go to sleep till I'd told somebody.”
”Told somebody what?”
”How mis'rubul I am.”
”Why are you miserable, dear?”
”'Cause I was so bad today, Anne. Oh, I was awful bad--badder'n I've ever been yet.”
”What did you do?”
”Oh, I'm afraid to tell you. You'll never like me again, Anne. I couldn't say my prayers tonight. I couldn't tell G.o.d what I'd done. I was 'shamed to have Him know.”
”But He knew anyway, Davy.”
”That's what Dora said. But I thought p'raps He mightn't have noticed just at the time. Anyway, I'd rather tell you first.”
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