`` SAY IT ! '' Davy gave her another incredulous look , then in a low voice he said the dreadful word . The next minute his face was burrowing against her . `` Oh , Anne , I 'll never say it again -- never . I 'll never WANT to say it again . I knew it was bad , but I did n't s ` pose it was so -- so -- I did n't s ` pose it was like THAT . '' `` No , I do n't think you 'll ever want to say it again , Davy -- or think it , either . And I would n't go about much with Mr. Harrison 's hired boy if I were you . '' `` He can make bully war-whoops , '' said Davy a little regretfully . `` But you do n't want your mind filled with bad words , do you , Davy -- words that will poison it and drive out all that is good and manly ? '' `` No , '' said Davy , owl-eyed with introspection . `` Then do n't go with those people who use them . And now do you feel as if you could say your prayers , Davy ? '' `` Oh , yes , '' said Davy , eagerly wriggling down on his knees , `` I can say them now all right . I ai n't scared now to say ` if I should die before I wake , ' like I was when I was wanting to say that word . '' Probably Anne and Diana did empty out their souls to each other that night , but no record of their confidences has been preserved . They both looked as fresh and bright-eyed at breakfast as only youth can look after unlawful hours of revelry and confession . There had been no snow up to this time , but as Diana crossed the old log bridge on her homeward way the white flakes were beginning to flutter down over the fields and woods , russet and gray in their dreamless sleep . Soon the far-away slopes and hills were dim and wraith-like through their gauzy scarfing , as if pale autumn had flung a misty bridal veil over her hair and was waiting for her wintry bridegroom . So they had a white Christmas after all , and a very pleasant day it was .
In the forenoon letters and gifts came from Miss Lavendar and Paul ; Anne opened them in the cheerful Green Gables kitchen , which was filled with what XXXXX , sniffing in ecstasy , called `` pretty smells . ''
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