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 ? I want to know . '' `` Maybe if you did n't pull your plants up by the roots every other day to see how they 're getting on ` at the other end , ' they 'd do better , '' said Marilla sarcastically . `` I only pulled six of them up , '' protested Davy . `` I wanted to see if there was grubs at the roots . Milty Boulter said if it was n't the moon 's fault it must be grubs . But I only found one grub . He was a great big juicy curly grub . I put him on a stone and got another stone and smashed him flat . He made a jolly SQUISH I tell you . I was sorry there was n't more of them . Dora 's garden was planted same time 's mine and her things are growing all right . It CA N'T be the moon , '' Davy concluded in a reflective tone .
`` Marilla , look XXXXX that apple tree , '' said Anne .
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