I sold it to Milty for two cents . Milty 's collecting teeth . '' `` What in the world does he want teeth for ? '' asked Marilla . `` To make a necklace for playing Indian Chief , '' explained Davy , climbing upon Anne 's lap . `` He 's got fifteen already , and everybody 's else 's promised , so there 's no use in the rest of us starting to collect , too . I tell you the Boulters are great business people . '' `` Were you a good boy at Mrs. Boulter 's ? '' asked Marilla severely . `` Yes ; but say , Marilla , I 'm tired of being good . '' `` You 'd get tired of being bad much sooner , Davy-boy , '' said Anne . `` Well , it 'd be fun while it lasted , would n't it ? '' persisted Davy . `` I could be sorry for it afterwards , could n't I ? '' `` Being sorry would n't do away with the consequences of being bad , Davy . Do n't you remember the Sunday last summer when you ran away from Sunday School ? You told me then that being bad was n't worth while . What were you and Milty doing today ? '' `` Oh , we fished and chased the cat , and hunted for eggs , and yelled at the echo . There 's a great echo in the bush behind the Boulter barn .
Say , what is echo , XXXXX ; I want to know . ''
Anne Boulter Boulters Chief Davy Davy-boy Marilla Milty School cents