When they reached the pantry a truly harrowing spectacle met their eyes ... a guilty looking small boy scrambling down from the table , with his clean print blouse liberally plastered with yellow filling , and on the table the shattered remnants of what had been two brave , becreamed lemon pies . Davy had finished ravelling out his herring net and had wound the twine into a ball . Then he had gone into the pantry to put it up on the shelf above the table , where he already kept a score or so of similar balls , which , so far as could be discovered , served no useful purpose save to yield the joy of possession . Davy had to climb on the table and reach over to the shelf at a dangerous angle ... something he had been forbidden by Marilla to do , as he had come to grief once before in the experiment . The result in this instance was disastrous . Davy slipped and came sprawling squarely down on the lemon pies . His clean blouse was ruined for that time and the pies for all time . It is , however , an ill wind that blows nobody good , and the pig was eventually the gainer by Davy 's mischance . `` Davy Keith , '' said Marilla , shaking him by the shoulder , `` did n't I forbid you to climb up on that table again ? Did n't I ? '' `` I forgot , '' whimpered Davy . `` You 've told me not to do such an awful lot of things that I ca n't remember them all . '' `` Well , you march upstairs and stay there till after dinner . Perhaps you 'll get them sorted out in your memory by that time . No , Anne , never you mind interceding for him . I 'm not punishing him because he spoiled your pies ... that was an accident . I 'm punishing him for his disobedience . Go , Davy , I say . '' `` Ai n't I to have any dinner ? '' wailed Davy .
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