And I think the violets are little snips of the sky that fell down when the angels cut out holes for the stars to shine through . And the buttercups are made out of old sunshine ; and I think the sweet peas will be butterflies when they go to heaven . Now , teacher , do you see anything so very queer about those thoughts ? '' `` No , laddie dear , they are not queer at all ; they are strange and beautiful thoughts for a little boy to think , and so people who could n't think anything of the sort themselves , if they tried for a hundred years , think them queer . But keep on thinking them , Paul ... some day you are going to be a poet , I believe . '' When Anne reached home she found a very different type of boyhood waiting to be put to bed . Davy was sulky ; and when Anne had undressed him he bounced into bed and buried his face in the pillow . `` Davy , you have forgotten to say your prayers , '' said Anne rebukingly . `` No , I did n't forget , '' said Davy defiantly , `` but I ai n't going to say my prayers any more . I 'm going to give up trying to be good , 'cause no matter how good I am you 'd like Paul Irving better . So I might as well be bad and have the fun of it . '' `` I do n't like Paul Irving BETTER , '' said Anne seriously . `` I like you just as well , only in a different way . '' `` But I want you to like me the same way , '' pouted Davy . `` You ca n't like different people the same way . You do n't like Dora and me the same way , do you ? '' Davy sat up and reflected . `` No ... o ... o , '' he admitted at last , `` I like Dora because she 's my sister but I like you because you 're YOU . '' `` And I like Paul because he is Paul and Davy because he is Davy , '' said Anne gaily . `` Well , I kind of wish I 'd said my prayers then , '' said Davy , convinced by this logic .
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