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 . But as the latter tried to edge away towards the gate Mary pounced on her again . `` You give me that basket , '' she ordered with a grimace . Mary was past mistress in the art of `` making faces . '' She could give her countenance a most grotesque and unearthly appearance out of which her strange , brilliant , white eyes gleamed with weird effect . `` I wo n't , '' gasped Rilla , frightened but staunch . `` You let me go , Mary Vanth . ''
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