I tell you the Boulters are great business people . '' `` Were you a good boy at Mrs. Boulter 's ? '' asked Marilla severely . `` Yes ; but say , Marilla , I 'm tired of being good . '' `` You 'd get tired of being bad much sooner , Davy-boy , '' said Anne . `` Well , it 'd be fun while it lasted , would n't it ? '' persisted Davy . `` I could be sorry for it afterwards , could n't I ? '' `` Being sorry would n't do away with the consequences of being bad , Davy . Do n't you remember the Sunday last summer when you ran away from Sunday School ? You told me then that being bad was n't worth while . What were you and Milty doing today ? '' `` Oh , we fished and chased the cat , and hunted for eggs , and yelled at the echo . There 's a great echo in the bush behind the Boulter barn . Say , what is echo , Anne ; I want to know . '' `` Echo is a beautiful nymph , Davy , living far away in the woods , and laughing at the world from among the hills . '' `` What does she look like ? '' `` Her hair and eyes are dark , but her neck and arms are white as snow . No mortal can ever see how fair she is . She is fleeter than a deer , and that mocking voice of hers is all we can know of her .
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