Now that the exhilaration of truant delights had died away, his conscience was beginning to give him salutary twinges.
After all, perhaps it would have been better to have gone to Sunday School and church.

Mrs.Lynde might be bossy; but there was always a box of cookies in her kitchen cupboard and she was not stingy.

At this inconvenient moment Davy remembered that when he had torn his new school pants the week before, Mrs.Lynde had mended them beautifully and never said a word to Marilla about them.
But Davy's cup of iniquity was not yet full.

He was to discover that one sin demands another to cover it.

They had dinner with Mrs.Lynde that day, and the first thing she asked Davy was, "Were all your class in Sunday School today ?" "Yes'm," said Davy with a gulp.