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.