`` Where does Jimmy Spencer live ? '' I asked him crisply . `` He came one Sunday three weeks ago and has n't been back since . I mean to find out why . '' Mr. 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 does n'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 .
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