`` But do n't you want to be ? '' said shocked Anne . `` Course I do . But you ca n't be a gemplum till you grow up . '' `` Oh , indeed you can , '' Anne hastened to say , thinking she saw a chance to sow good seed betimes . `` You can begin to be a gentleman when you are a little boy . And gentlemen NEVER snatch things from ladies ... or forget to say thank you ... or pull anybody 's hair . '' `` They do n't have much fun , that 's a fact , '' said Davy frankly . `` I guess I 'll wait till I 'm grown up to be one . '' Marilla , with a resigned air , had cut another piece of cake for Dora . She did not feel able to cope with Davy just then . It had been a hard day for her , what with the funeral and the long drive . At that moment she looked forward to the future with a pessimism that would have done credit to Eliza Andrews herself . The twins were not noticeably alike , although both were fair . Dora had long sleek curls that never got out of order . Davy had a crop of fuzzy little yellow ringlets all over his round head . Dora 's hazel eyes were gentle and mild ; Davy 's were as roguish and dancing as an elf 's . Dora 's nose was straight , Davy 's a positive snub ; Dora had a `` prunes and prisms '' mouth , Davy 's was all smiles ; and besides , he had a dimple in one cheek and none in the other , which gave him a dear , comical , lopsided look when he laughed . Mirth and mischief lurked in every corner of his little face . `` They 'd better go to bed , '' said Marilla , who thought it was the easiest way to dispose of them .
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