Marilla spreads it pretty thin . It slips down a lot easier when there 's plenty of butter . '' The slice `` slipped down '' with tolerable ease , judging from its rapid disappearance . Davy slid head first off the sofa , turned a double somersault on the rug , and then sat up and announced decidedly , `` Anne , I 've made up my mind about heaven . I do n't want to go there . '' `` Why not ? '' asked Anne gravely . `` Cause heaven is in Simon Fletcher 's garret , and I do n't like Simon Fletcher . '' `` Heaven in ... Simon Fletcher 's garret ! '' gasped Anne , too amazed even to laugh . `` Davy Keith , whatever put such an extraordinary idea into your head ? '' `` Milty Boulter says that 's where it is . It was last Sunday in Sunday School . The lesson was about Elijah and Elisha , and I up and asked Miss Rogerson where heaven was . Miss Rogerson looked awful offended . She was cross anyhow , because when she 'd asked us what Elijah left Elisha when he went to heaven Milty Boulter said , ` His old clo'es , ' and us fellows all laughed before we thought . I wish you could think first and do things afterwards , 'cause then you would n't do them . But Milty did n't mean to be disrespeckful . He just could n't think of the name of the thing . Miss Rogerson said heaven was where God was and I was n't to ask questions like that .
Milty nudged me and XXXXX in a whisper , ` Heaven 's in Uncle Simon 's garret and I 'll esplain about it on the road home . '
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