`` Anyway , I ai n't going to stand any more of Mrs. Lynde 's bossing , '' spluttered Davy . `` Anne and Marilla may have the right to boss me , but SHE has n't . I 'm going to do every single thing she told me not to do . You watch me . '' In grim , deliberate silence , while Dora watched him with the fascination of horror , Davy stepped off the green grass of the roadside , ankle deep into the fine dust which four weeks of rainless weather had made on the road , and marched along in it , shuffling his feet viciously until he was enveloped in a hazy cloud . `` That 's the beginning , '' he announced triumphantly . `` And I 'm going to stop in the porch and talk as long as there 's anybody there to talk to . I 'm going to squirm and wriggle and whisper , and I 'm going to say I do n't know the Golden Text . And I 'm going to throw away both of my collections RIGHT NOW . '' And Davy hurled cent and nickel over Mr. Barry 's fence with fierce delight . `` Satan made you do that , '' said Dora reproachfully . `` He did n't , '' cried Davy indignantly . `` I just thought it out for myself . And I 've thought of something else . I 'm not going to Sunday School or church at all . I 'm going up to play with the Cottons . They told me yesterday they were n't going to Sunday School today , 'cause their mother was away and there was nobody to make them . Come along , Dora , we 'll have a great time . '' `` I do n't want to go , '' protested Dora . `` You 've got to , '' said Davy .
`` If you do n't come I 'll tell Marilla XXXXX Frank Bell kissed you in school last Monday . ''
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