`` Anne , '' sobbed Davy , getting his arms about her neck . `` I 'm awful glad you 're home . I could n't go to sleep till I 'd told somebody . '' `` Told somebody what ? '' `` How mis ` rubul I am . '' `` Why are you miserable , dear ? '' '' 'Cause I was so bad today , Anne . Oh , I was awful bad -- badder 'n I 've ever been yet . '' `` What did you do ? '' `` Oh , I 'm afraid to tell you . You 'll never like me again , Anne . I could n't say my prayers tonight . I could n't tell God what I 'd done . I was ` shamed to have Him know . '' `` But He knew anyway , Davy . '' `` That 's what Dora said . But I thought p ` raps He might n't have noticed just at the time . Anyway , I 'd rather tell you first . '' `` WHAT is it you did ? '' Out it all came in a rush .
`` I run away from Sunday School -- and went fishing with the Cottons -- and I told ever so many whoppers XXXXX Mrs. Lynde -- oh !
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