He gloried in the Christmas-tide delicacies which Marilla and Mrs.Lynde vied with each other in preparing for Anne, and he was reading an enthralling tale, in a school library book, of a wonderful hero who seemed blessed with a miraculous faculty for getting into scrapes from which he was usually delivered by an earthquake or a volcanic explosion, which blew him high and dry out of his troubles, landed him in a fortune, and closed the story with proper ECLAT.
"I tell you it's a bully story, Anne," he said ecstatically.

"I'd ever so much rather read it than the Bible." "Would you ?" smiled Anne.
Davy peered curiously at her.
"You don't seem a bit shocked, Anne.

Mrs.Lynde was awful shocked when I said it to her." "No, I'm not shocked, Davy.

I think it's quite natural that a nine-year-old boy would sooner read an adventure story than the Bible.
But when you are older I hope and think that you will realize what a wonderful book the Bible is." "Oh, I think some parts of it are fine," conceded Davy.

"That story about Joseph now--it's bully.