he called me a fraid-cat. And I fell off into the pigpen and my dress
got all dirty and the pig runned right over me. My dress was just awful
but Davy said if I'd stand under the pump he'd wash it clean, and I did
and he pumped water all over me but my dress ain't a bit cleaner and my
pretty sash and shoes is all spoiled."

Anne did the honors of the table alone for the rest of the meal while
Marilla went upstairs and redressed Dora in her old clothes. Davy was
caught and sent to bed without any supper. Anne went to his room at
twilight and talked to him seriously . . . a method in which she had great
faith, not altogether unjustified by results. She told him she felt very
badly over his conduct.

"I feel sorry now myself," admitted Davy, "but the trouble is I never
feel sorry for doing things till after I've did them. Dora wouldn't help
me make pies, cause she was afraid of messing her clo'es and that made
me hopping mad. I s'pose Paul Irving wouldn't have made HIS sister walk
a pigpen fence if he knew she'd fall in?"

"No, he would never dream of such a thing. Paul is a perfect little
gentleman."

Davy screwed his eyes tight shut and seemed to meditate on this for a
time. Then he crawled up and put his arms about Anne's neck, snuggling
his flushed little face down on her shoulder.

"Anne, don't you like me a little bit, even if I ain't a good boy like
Paul?"

"Indeed I do," said Anne sincerely. Somehow, it was impossible to help