Davy sat with Milty Boulter , who had been going to school for a year and was therefore quite a man of the world . Dora had made a compact at Sunday School the previous Sunday to sit with Lily Sloane ; but Lily Sloane not coming the first day , she was temporarily assigned to Mirabel Cotton , who was ten years old and therefore , in Dora 's eyes , one of the `` big girls . '' `` I think school is great fun , '' Davy told Marilla when he got home that night . `` You said I 'd find it hard to sit still and I did ... you mostly do tell the truth , I notice ... but you can wriggle your legs about under the desk and that helps a lot . It 's splendid to have so many boys to play with . I sit with Milty Boulter and he 's fine . He 's longer than me but I 'm wider . It 's nicer to sit in the back seats but you ca n't sit there till your legs grow long enough to touch the floor . Milty drawed a picture of Anne on his slate and it was awful ugly and I told him if he made pictures of Anne like that I 'd lick him at recess . I thought first I 'd draw one of him and put horns and a tail on it , but I was afraid it would hurt his feelings , and Anne says you should never hurt anyone 's feelings . It seems it 's dreadful to have your feelings hurt . It 's better to knock a boy down than hurt his feelings if you MUST do something . Milty said he was n't scared of me but he 'd just as soon call it somebody else to ` blige me , so he rubbed out Anne 's name and printed Barbara Shaw 's under it . Milty does n't like Barbara 'cause she calls him a sweet little boy and once she patted him on his head . '' Dora said primly that she liked school ; but she was very quiet , even for her ; and when at twilight Marilla bade her go upstairs to bed she hesitated and began to cry . `` I 'm ... I 'm frightened , '' she sobbed . `` I ... I do n't want to go upstairs alone in the dark . '' `` What notion have you got into your head now ? '' demanded Marilla . `` I 'm sure you 've gone to bed alone all summer and never been frightened before . ''
Dora still continued XXXXX cry , so Anne picked her up , cuddled her sympathetically , and whispered , `` Tell Anne all about it , sweetheart .
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