Aunt Martha had refused to let her peel the potatoes and had ordered her out of the kitchen . `` Yah ! You 'll bring the potatoes to the table with strips of skin hanging to them and half boiled as usual ! My , but it 'll be nice to go to your funeral , '' shrieked Mary . She went out of the kitchen , giving the door such a bang that even Aunt Martha heard it , and Mr. Meredith in his study felt the vibration and thought absently that there must have been a slight earthquake shock . Then he went on with his sermon . Mary slipped from the gate and confronted the spick-and-span damsel of Ingleside . `` What you got there ? '' she demanded , trying to take the basket . Rilla resisted . `` It ` th for Mithter Meredith , '' she lisped . `` Give it to me . I 'LL give it to him , '' said Mary . `` No . Thuthan thaid that I wath n't to give it to anybody but Mithter Mer ` dith or Aunt Martha , '' insisted Rilla . Mary eyed her sourly . `` You think you 're something , do n't you , all dressed up like a doll ! Look at me . My dress is all rags and I do n't care ! I 'd rather be ragged than a doll baby .
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