`` The writer man has just arrived here . I 'm going to drive him down to your place , and you can show him the way over to Leslie 's . It 's shorter than driving round by the other road , and I 'm in a mortal hurry . The Reese baby has gone and fallen into a pail of hot water at the Glen , and got nearly scalded to death and they want me right off -- to put a new skin on the child , I presume . Mrs. Reese is always so careless , and then expects other people to mend her mistakes . You wo n't mind , will you , dearie ? His trunk can go down tomorrow . '' `` Very well , '' said Anne . `` What is he like , Miss Cornelia ? '' `` You 'll see what he 's like outside when I take him down . As for what he 's like inside only the Lord who made him knows THAT . I 'm not going to say another word , for every receiver in the Glen is down . '' `` Miss Cornelia evidently ca n't find much fault with Mr. Ford 's looks , or she would find it in spite of the receivers , '' said Anne . `` I conclude therefore , Susan , that Mr. Ford is rather handsome than otherwise . '' `` Well , Mrs. Doctor , dear , I DO enjoy seeing a well-looking man , '' said Susan candidly . `` Had I not better get up a snack for him ? There is a strawberry pie that would melt in your mouth . '' `` No , Leslie is expecting him and has his supper ready . Besides , I want that strawberry pie for my own poor man . He wo n't be home till late , so leave the pie and a glass of milk out for him , Susan . ''
`` That I will , Mrs. XXXXX , dear .
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