I feel exactly as Eve must have felt in the garden of Eden before the trouble began . IS that grass in the hollow green or golden ? It seems to me , Marilla , that a pearl of a day like this , when the blossoms are out and the winds do n't know where to blow from next for sheer crazy delight must be pretty near as good as heaven . '' Marilla looked scandalized and glanced apprehensively around to make sure the twins were not within earshot . They came around the corner of the house just then . `` Ai n't it an awful nice-smelling evening ? '' asked Davy , sniffing delightedly as he swung a hoe in his grimy hands . He had been working in his garden . That spring Marilla , by way of turning Davy 's passion for reveling in mud and clay into useful channels , had given him and Dora a small plot of ground for a garden . Both had eagerly gone to work in a characteristic fashion . Dora planted , weeded , and watered carefully , systematically , and dispassionately . As a result , her plot was already green with prim , orderly little rows of vegetables and annuals . Davy , however , worked with more zeal than discretion ; he dug and hoed and raked and watered and transplanted so energetically that his seeds had no chance for their lives . `` How is your garden coming on , Davy-boy ? '' asked Anne . `` Kind of slow , '' said Davy with a sigh . `` I do n't know why the things do n't grow better . Milty Boulter says I must have planted them in the dark of the moon and that 's the whole trouble . He says you must never sow seeds or kill pork or cut your hair or do any ` portant thing in the wrong time of the moon . Is that true , Anne ?
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