"The woman's club," Sam promptly replied.
"The town is more stirred up over that club than it ever was about anything before," laughed the doctor.
"Now, seein' we've got the question before us," said Sam, "s'pose you give us your opinion."
"Oh, the club is all right, I guess," replied the doctor.
"There, Sam," said Alick, "I guess you're the only woman-hater in the crowd."
"I ain't no woman-hater," replied Sam, indignantly.
"No," Alick laughed, "but you try to make us think you are."
"No such thing; all I want to know is, what's this woman's club for, and how's it goin' to help Manville?"
"Well," drawled Alick, "it's for the women, and it's goin' to help Manville by showin' you what an ignorant cuss you be."
Sam threw a potato at his tormentor, but Alick dodged, and the missile knocked off Ezra Tweedie's hat.