But he s ` posed they carried the coffin to the garret afterwards . Well , when Milty and his mother went upstairs after it was all over to get her bonnet he asked her where heaven was that Jane Ellen had gone to , and she pointed right to the ceiling and said , ` Up there . ' Milty knew there was n't anything but the garret over the ceiling , so that 's how HE found out . And he 's been awful scared to go to his Uncle Simon 's ever since . '' Anne took Davy on her knee and did her best to straighten out this theological tangle also . She was much better fitted for the task than Marilla , for she remembered her own childhood and had an instinctive understanding of the curious ideas that seven-year-olds sometimes get about matters that are , of course , very plain and simple to grown up people . She had just succeeded in convincing Davy that heaven was NOT in Simon Fletcher 's garret when Marilla came in from the garden , where she and Dora had been picking peas . Dora was an industrious little soul and never happier than when `` helping '' in various small tasks suited to her chubby fingers . She fed chickens , picked up chips , wiped dishes , and ran errands galore . She was neat , faithful and observant ; she never had to be told how to do a thing twice and never forgot any of her little duties . Davy , on the other hand , was rather heedless and forgetful ; but he had the born knack of winning love , and even yet Anne and Marilla liked him the better . While Dora proudly shelled the peas and Davy made boats of the pods , with masts of matches and sails of paper , Anne told Marilla about the wonderful contents of her letter . `` Oh , Marilla , what do you think ? I 've had a letter from Priscilla and she says that Mrs. Morgan is on the Island , and that if it is fine Thursday they are going to drive up to Avonlea and will reach here about twelve . They will spend the afternoon with us and go to the hotel at White Sands in the evening , because some of Mrs. Morgan 's American friends are staying there . Oh , Marilla , is n't it wonderful ? I can hardly believe I 'm not dreaming . '' `` I daresay Mrs. Morgan is a lot like other people , '' said Marilla drily , although she did feel a trifle excited herself . Mrs. Morgan was a famous woman and a visit from her was no commonplace occurrence . `` They 'll be here to dinner , then ? ''
`` Yes ; and oh , Marilla , may I cook every bit XXXXX the dinner myself ?
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