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 . '' Mary let go for a minute and looked around here . Just inside the gate was a small `` flake , '' on which a half a dozen large codfish were drying . One of Mr. Meredith 's parishioners had presented him with them one day , perhaps in lieu of the subscription he was supposed to pay to the stipend and never did . Mr. Meredith had thanked him and then forgotten all about the fish , which would have promptly spoiled had not the indefatigable Mary prepared them for drying and rigged up the `` flake '' herself on which to dry them . Mary had a diabolical inspiration . She flew to the `` flake '' and seized the largest fish there -- a huge , flat thing , nearly as big as herself . With a whoop she swooped down on the terrified Rilla , brandishing her weird missile . Rilla 's courage gave way . To be lambasted with a dried codfish was such an unheard-of thing that Rilla could not face it .
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