"Begin with once onup-a-time," she ordered.
"Well," he obeyed "Once 'onup' a time there was a man who lived in a club——"
"A what?" sharply interrupted Abby.
"A big white house with heaps of rooms," he corrected. "And as he had nobody dependent on him, all he had to do was to eat and sleep and look at the sky."
"Didn't he have any children?"
"Nobody in the world," answered McAllister.
"Poor man!" sighed Abby. "Didn't he keep any hens?"
"Not even a hen!"
"I know a big house just like that," said Abby. "Old Captain Barnard used to live in it. Wasn't he lonely?"
"Sometimes."