When he had gone home Anne soothed and warmed the sobbing , shivering Dora , got her her supper and put her to bed . Then she returned to the kitchen , just as Marilla came grimly in , leading , or rather pulling , the reluctant , cobwebby Davy , whom she had just found hidden away in the darkest corner of the stable . She jerked him to the mat on the middle of the floor and then went and sat down by the east window . Anne was sitting limply by the west window . Between them stood the culprit . His back was toward Marilla and it was a meek , subdued , frightened back ; but his face was toward Anne and although it was a little shamefaced there was a gleam of comradeship in Davy 's eyes , as if he knew he had done wrong and was going to be punished for it , but could count on a laugh over it all with Anne later on . But no half hidden smile answered him in Anne 's gray eyes , as there might have done had it been only a question of mischief . There was something else ... something ugly and repulsive . `` How could you behave so , Davy ? '' she asked sorrowfully . Davy squirmed uncomfortably . `` I just did it for fun . Things have been so awful quiet here for so long that I thought it would be fun to give you folks a big scare . It was , too . '' In spite of fear and a little remorse Davy grinned over the recollection . `` But you told a falsehood about it , Davy , '' said Anne , more sorrowfully than ever . Davy looked puzzled . `` What 's a falsehood ? Do you mean a whopper ? '' `` I mean a story that was not true . ''
`` Course I did , '' said XXXXX frankly .
Anne Davy Dora Marilla Things corner falsehood story supper whopper