`` Then , '' said Davy joyously , `` I do n't care much whether God does or not . '' `` Davy ! '' `` Oh -- I 'll ask Him -- I 'll ask Him , '' said Davy quickly , scrambling off the bed , convinced by Anne 's tone that he must have said something dreadful . `` I do n't mind asking Him , Anne . -- Please , God , I 'm awful sorry I behaved bad today and I 'll try to be good on Sundays always and please forgive me . -- There now , Anne . '' `` Well , now , run off to bed like a good boy . '' `` All right . Say , I do n't feel mis ` rubul any more . I feel fine . Good night . '' `` Good night . '' Anne slipped down on her pillows with a sigh of relief . Oh -- how sleepy -- she was ! In another second -- `` Anne ! '' Davy was back again by her bed . Anne dragged her eyes open . `` What is it now , dear ? '' she asked , trying to keep a note of impatience out of her voice . `` Anne , have you ever noticed how Mr. Harrison spits ?
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