`` Oh , '' laughed Anne , laying down her letter and putting her arm about Davy to give him a squeeze , `` that 's a kind of hunger that can be endured very comfortably , Davy-boy . You know it 's one of Marilla 's rules that you ca n't have anything but bread and butter between meals . '' `` Well , gim me a piece then ... please . '' Davy had been at last taught to say `` please , '' but he generally tacked it on as an afterthought . He looked with approval at the generous slice Anne presently brought to him . `` You always put such a nice lot of butter on it , Anne . Marilla spreads it pretty thin . It slips down a lot easier when there 's plenty of butter . '' The slice `` slipped down '' with tolerable ease , judging from its rapid disappearance . Davy slid head first off the sofa , turned a double somersault on the rug , and then sat up and announced decidedly , `` Anne , I 've made up my mind about heaven . I do n't want to go there . '' `` Why not ? '' asked Anne gravely . `` Cause heaven is in Simon Fletcher 's garret , and I do n't like Simon Fletcher . '' `` Heaven in ... Simon Fletcher 's garret ! '' gasped Anne , too amazed even to laugh . `` Davy Keith , whatever put such an extraordinary idea into your head ? '' `` Milty Boulter says that 's where it is . It was last Sunday in Sunday School . The lesson was about Elijah and Elisha , and I up and asked Miss Rogerson where heaven was .
Miss XXXXX looked awful offended .
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