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One evening Diana found Anne in the porch gable； with suspicious…looking
eyes。 On the table lay a long envelope and a crumpled manuscript。
〃Anne； your story hasn't come back？〃 cried Diana incredulously。
〃Yes； it has；〃 said Anne shortly。
〃Well； that editor must be crazy。 What reason did he give？〃
〃No reason at all。 There is just a printed slip saying that it
wasn't found acceptable。〃
〃I never thought much of that magazine； anyway；〃 said Diana hotly。
〃The stories in it are not half as interesting as those in the
Canadian Woman； although it costs so much more。 I suppose
the editor is prejudiced against any one who isn't a Yankee。
Don't be discouraged； Anne。 Remember how Mrs。 Morgan's stories
came back。 Send yours to the Canadian Woman。〃
〃I believe I will；〃 said Anne； plucking up heart。 〃And if it is
published I'll send that American editor a marked copy。 But I'll
cut the sunset out。 I believe Mr。 Harrison was right。〃
Out came the sunset； but in spite of this heroic mutilation the
editor of the Canadian Woman sent Averil's Atonement back so
promptly that the indignant Diana declared that it couldn't have
been read at all； and vowed she was going to stop her subscription
immediately。 Anne took this second rejection with the calmness of
despair。 She locked the story away in the garret trunk where the
old Story Club tales reposed； but first she yielded to Diana's
entreaties and gave her a copy。
〃This is the end of my literary ambitions；〃 she said bitterly。
She never mentioned the matter to Mr。 Harrison； but one evening
he asked her bluntly if her story had been accepted。
〃No； the editor wouldn't take it；〃 she answered briefly。
Mr。 Harrison looked sidewise at the flushed； delicate profile。
〃Well； I suppose you'll keep on writing them；〃 he said encouragingly。
〃No； I shall never try to write a story again；〃 declared Anne； with
the hopeless finality of nineteen when a door is shut in its face。
〃I wouldn't give up altogether；〃 said Mr。 Harrison reflectively。 〃I'd
write a story once in a while； but I wouldn't pester editors with it。
I'd write of people and places like I knew； and I'd make my characters
talk everyday English； and I'd let the sun rise and set in the usual
quiet way without much fuss over the fact。 If I had to have villains
at all； I'd give them a chance； Anne I'd give them a chance。
There are some terrible bad men in the world； I suppose； but you'd
have to go a long piece to find them though Mrs。 Lynde believes we're
all bad。 But most of us have got a little decency somewhere in us。
Keep on writing； Anne。〃
〃No。 It was very foolish of me to attempt it。 When I'm through
Redmond I'll stick to teaching。 I can teach。 I can't write stories。〃
〃It'll be time for you to be getting a husband when you're
through Redmond；〃 said Mr。 Harrison。 〃I don't believe in
putting marrying off too long like I did。〃
Anne got up and marched home。 There were times when Mr。 Harrison
was really intolerable。 〃Pitching；〃 〃mooning；〃 and 〃getting a
husband。〃 Ow！！
Chapter XIII
The Way of Transgressors
Davy and Dora were ready for Sunday School。 They were going alone；
which did not often happen； for Mrs。 Lynde always attended Sunday School。
But Mrs。 Lynde had twisted her ankle and was lame； so she was staying
home this morning。 The twins were also to represent the family at church；
for Anne had gone away the evening before to spend Sunday with friends
in Carmody； and Marilla had one of her headaches。
Davy came downstairs slowly。 Dora was waiting in the hall for him； having
been made ready by Mrs。 Lynde。 Davy had attended to his own preparations。
He had a cent in his pocket for the Sunday School collection； and a five…cent
piece for the church collection； he carried his Bible in one hand and his
Sunday School quarterly in the other； he knew his lesson and his Golden Text
and his catechism question perfectly。 Had he not studied them perforce
in Mrs。 Lynde's kitchen； all last Sunday afternoon？ Davy； therefore；
should have been in a placid frame of mind。 As a matter of fact； despite
text and catechism； he was inwardly as a ravening wolf。
Mrs。 Lynde limped out of her kitchen as he joined Dora。
〃Are you clean？〃 she demanded severely。
〃Yes all of me that shows；〃 Davy answered with a defiant scowl。
Mrs。 Rachel sighed。 She had her suspicions about Davy's neck
and ears。 But she knew that if she attempted to make a personal
examination Davy would likely take to his heels and she could not
pursue him today。
〃Well； be sure you behave yourselves；〃 she warned them。 〃Don't walk
in the dust。 Don't stop in the porch to talk to the other children。
Don't squirm or wriggle in your places。 Don't forget the Golden Text。
Don't lose your collection or forget to put it in。 Don't whisper at
prayer time； and don't forget to pay attention to the sermon。〃
Davy deigned no response。 He marched away down the lane；
followed by the meek Dora。 But his soul seethed within。
Davy had suffered； or thought he had suffered； many things at the
hands and tongue of Mrs。 Rachel Lynde since she had come to Green
Gables； for Mrs。 Lynde could not live with anybody； whether they
were nine or ninety； without trying to bring them up properly。
And it was only the preceding afternoon that she had interfered
to influence Marilla against allowing Davy to go fishing with the
Timothy Cottons。 Davy was still boiling over this。
As soon as he was out of the lane Davy stopped and twisted his
countenance into such an unearthly and terrific contortion that Dora；
although she knew his gifts in that respect； was honestly alarmed lest
he should never in the world be able to get it straightened out again。
〃Darn her；〃 exploded Davy。
〃Oh； Davy； don't swear；〃 gasped Dora in dismay。
〃‘Darn' isn't swearing not real swearing。 And I don't care
if it is；〃 retorted Davy recklessly。
〃Well； if you MUST say dreadful words don't say them on Sunday；〃 pleaded Dora。
Davy was as yet far from repentance； but in his secret soul he felt that；
perhaps； he had gone a little too far。
〃I'm going to invent a swear word of my own；〃 he declared。
〃God will punish you if you do；〃 said Dora solemnly。
〃Then I think God is a mean old scamp；〃 retorted Davy。 〃Doesn't
He know a fellow must have some way of 'spressing his feelings？〃
〃Davy！！！〃 said Dora。 She expected that Davy would be struck down
dead on the spot。 But nothing happened。
〃Anyway； I ain'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 hasn'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 whi