with one of his hearty hugs and the cheerful announcement, "I'm Mr. Davy
Keith."

At the supper table Dora behaved like a little lady, but Davy's manners
left much to be desired.

"I'm so hungry I ain't got time to eat p'litely," he said when Marilla
reproved him. "Dora ain't half as hungry as I am. Look at all the
ex'cise I took on the road here. That cake's awful nice and plummy. We
haven't had any cake at home for ever'n ever so long, 'cause mother was
too sick to make it and Mrs. Sprott said it was as much as she could do
to bake our bread for us. And Mrs. Wiggins never puts any plums in HER
cakes. Catch her! Can I have another piece?"

Marilla would have refused but Anne cut a generous second slice.
However, she reminded Davy that he ought to say "Thank you" for it. Davy
merely grinned at her and took a huge bite. When he had finished the
slice he said,

"If you'll give me ANOTHER piece I'll say thank you for IT."

"No, you have had plenty of cake," said Marilla in a tone which Anne
knew and Davy was to learn to be final.

Davy winked at Anne, and then, leaning over the table, snatched Dora's
first piece of cake, from which she had just taken one dainty little
bite, out of her very fingers and, opening his mouth to the fullest
extent, crammed the whole slice in. Dora's lip trembled and Marilla
was speechless with horror. Anne promptly exclaimed, with her best
"schoolma'am" air,