Alexander Abraham coughed gently . `` Is n't that -- ahem ! -- rather a peculiar name for a woman ? '' `` It is , '' I said , wondering how much soap , if any , there was in the house . `` I am NOT curious , '' said Alexander Abraham , `` but would you mind telling me how you came to be called Peter ? '' `` If I had been a boy my parents intended to call me Peter in honour of a rich uncle . When I -- fortunately -- turned out to be a girl my mother insisted that I should be called Angelina . They gave me both names and called me Angelina , but as soon as I grew old enough I decided to be called Peter . It was bad enough , but not so bad as Angelina . '' `` I should say it was more appropriate , '' said Alexander Abraham , intending , as I perceived , to be disagreeable . `` Precisely , '' I agreed calmly . `` My last name is MacPherson , and I live in Avonlea . As you are NOT curious , that will be all the information you will need about me . '' `` Oh ! '' Alexander Abraham looked as if a light had broken in on him . `` I 've heard of you . You -- ah -- pretend to dislike men . '' Pretend ! Goodness only knows what would have happened to Alexander Abraham just then if a diversion had not taken place . But the door opened and a dog came in -- THE dog .
I suppose he had got tired waiting under the cherry tree for William Adolphus and me XXXXX come down .
Angelina As Avonlea about for if in of that to