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 . Go home and tell them to put you in a glass case . Look at me -- look at me -- look at me ! '' Mary executed a wild dance around the dismayed and bewildered Rilla , flirting her ragged skirt and vociferating `` Look at me -- look at me '' until poor Rilla was dizzy .
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