And she did. She threw the door open wide, bluffed right up at 'em, and when she got through talking, the cheekiest agent was only too glad to leave. It got so after awhile that peddlers marked that house, and the door-bell never rang except for company.
The other day, as the girl of the house was wiping off the spoons, the bell rang. She hastened to the door, expecting to see a lady, but her eyes encountered a slim man, dressed in black and wearing a white necktie. He was the new minister, and was going around to get acquainted with the members of his flock, but Sarah wasn't expected to know this.
"Ah—um—is—Mrs.—ah!"
"Git!" exclaimed Sarah, pointing to the gate.
"Beg pardon, but I would like to see—see—"
"Meander!" she shouted, looking around for a weapon; "we don't want any flour-sifters here!"
"You're mistaken," he replied, smiling blandly. "I called to—"
"Don't want anything to keep moths away—fly!" she exclaimed, getting red in the face.
"Is the lady in?" he inquired, trying to look over Sarah's head.