Allan coughed.
"I believe he is hired as handy boy with Alexander Abraham Bennett,
out on the White Sands road," he said.
"Then I am going out to Alexander Abraham Bennett's on the White Sands
road to see why Jimmy Spencer doesn't come to Sunday school,"
I said firmly.
Mr. Allan's eyes twinkled ever so slightly. I have always insisted
that if that man were not a minister he would have a sense of humour.
"Possibly Mr. Bennett will not appreciate your kind interest!
He has--ah--a singular aversion to your sex, I understand.
No woman has ever been known to get inside of Mr. Bennett's
house since his sister died twenty years ago."
"Oh, he is the one, is he?" I said, remembering. "He is the woman
hater who threatens that if a woman comes into his yard he'll chase
her out with a pitch-fork. Well, he will not chase ME out!"
Mr. Allan gave a chuckle--a ministerial chuckle, but still a chuckle.
It irritated me slightly, because it seemed to imply that he
thought Alexander Abraham Bennett would be one too many for me.
But I did not show Mr. Allan that he annoyed me. It is always
a great mistake to let a man see that he can vex you.
The next afternoon I harnessed my sorrel pony to the buggy and drove
down to Alexander Abraham Bennett's.
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