John William Godward The Delphic Oracle painting
Amedeo Modigliani the Seated Nude painting
Well, I s'pose that was 'cause you was a girl," said Davy, squirming back to his place after another hug. "You was a girl once, I s'pose, though it's awful funny to think of it. Dora can sit still. . .but there ain't much fun in it I don't think. Seems to me it must be slow to be a girl. Here, Dora, let me liven you up a bit."
Davy's method of "livening up" was to grasp Dora's curls in his fingers and give them a tug. Dora shrieked and then cried.
"How can you be such a naughty boy and your poor mother just laid in her grave this very day?" demanded Marilla despairingly.
"But she was glad to die," said Davy confidentially. "I know, 'cause she told me so. She was awful tired of being sick. We'd a long talk the night before she died. She told me you was going to take me and Dora for the winter and I was to be a good boy. I'm going to be good, but can't you be good running round just as well as sitting
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