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Green Gables looks particularly pretty on a clear winter's evening, when the sun has just set and stained the snow rose and gold and orange, and the windows glow comfortingly into the settling dusk. It looks everything calm, and peaceful, and you know that inside there will be a crackling fire, and the smell of baking bread.
There will also be a tiny terror, by the name of Davy Keith.
"Davy," Anne says, despairingly, "what on earth have you done to your shirt?"
The small culprit looked down at his shirt, which he had buttoned inside out, guiltily. Anne had admonished him, earlier, not to play outside in his good shirt, but Davy, weighing the trouble of changing his shirt against simply wearing this one inside out, had simply turned his shirt inside out and gone out merrily.
Unfortunately, he had completely forgotten to change it around until the last minute, when Dora had caught him trying to sneak up the stairs, and so now he stands, hanging his head, under Anne's incredulous gaze.
"'s fine," he says, grumpily. "I'll just change it around and you won't even notice. I would've gotten away with it, if Dora hadn't tattled."
"I did not!" protested Dora indignantly.
"Did so!" Davy shot back. Anne shushed him, and sent him upstairs to change, and Dora into the kitchen to Mrs. Lynde, before sitting down in Matthew's old rocking chair. She waits until she can hear Davy banging around upstairs, and Mrs. Lynde talking to Dora, before allowing her mirth to bubble out of her, sitting there by the fire laughing merrily.
There will also be a tiny terror, by the name of Davy Keith.
"Davy," Anne says, despairingly, "what on earth have you done to your shirt?"
The small culprit looked down at his shirt, which he had buttoned inside out, guiltily. Anne had admonished him, earlier, not to play outside in his good shirt, but Davy, weighing the trouble of changing his shirt against simply wearing this one inside out, had simply turned his shirt inside out and gone out merrily.
Unfortunately, he had completely forgotten to change it around until the last minute, when Dora had caught him trying to sneak up the stairs, and so now he stands, hanging his head, under Anne's incredulous gaze.
"'s fine," he says, grumpily. "I'll just change it around and you won't even notice. I would've gotten away with it, if Dora hadn't tattled."
"I did not!" protested Dora indignantly.
"Did so!" Davy shot back. Anne shushed him, and sent him upstairs to change, and Dora into the kitchen to Mrs. Lynde, before sitting down in Matthew's old rocking chair. She waits until she can hear Davy banging around upstairs, and Mrs. Lynde talking to Dora, before allowing her mirth to bubble out of her, sitting there by the fire laughing merrily.