`` Do n't you want to be good ? '' asked Marilla , who had learned a great deal but had not yet learned the futility of asking such questions . `` Yes , I want to be good but not TOO good , '' said Davy cautiously . `` You do n't have to be very good to be a Sunday School superintendent . Mr. Bell 's that , and he 's a real bad man . '' `` Indeed he 's not , '' said Marila indignantly . `` He is ... he says he is himself , '' asseverated Davy . `` He said it when he prayed in Sunday School last Sunday . He said he was a vile worm and a miserable sinner and guilty of the blackest ` niquity . What did he do that was so bad , Marilla ? Did he kill anybody ? Or steal the collection cents ? I want to know . '' Fortunately Mrs. Lynde came driving up the lane at this moment and Marilla made off , feeling that she had escaped from the snare of the fowler , and wishing devoutly that Mr. Bell were not quite so highly figurative in his public petitions , especially in the hearing of small boys who were always `` wanting to know . '' Anne , left alone in her glory , worked with a will . The floor was swept , the beds made , the hens fed , the muslin dress washed and hung out on the line . Then Anne prepared for the transfer of feathers . She mounted to the garret and donned the first old dress that came to hand ... a navy blue cashmere she had worn at fourteen . It was decidedly on the short side and as `` skimpy '' as the notable wincey Anne had worn upon the occasion of her debut at Green Gables ; but at least it would not be materially injured by down and feathers . Anne completed her toilet by tying a big red and white spotted handkerchief that had belonged to Matthew over her head , and , thus accoutred , betook herself to the kitchen chamber , whither Marilla , before her departure , had helped her carry the feather bed .
A cracked mirror hung by the chamber window and XXXXX an unlucky moment Anne looked into it .
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