“I was saying,” he resumed, in his singing drawl, “I think we’ll have a fine, mild winter. I was working in my garden on Sunday——”
“On Sunday!” cried the old lady.
“That’s the only day I have time,” he explained.
“But—— Well, I have my little notions.... Very old-fashioned, I dare say.... You’re not a member of Our church, Mr. Petersen? I don’t remember ever having seen you there.”
He shook his head.
“A Lutheran?”
“No.”
“A—Catholic?”
“I am a Freethinker,” he said gravely.
This was the final straw; Minnie and the old lady stared at him in open disapproval.