"You say that again, and I'll give you the worst " "You will NOT!" snapped Marjorie, instantly vitriolic. "He'll say just whatever he wants to, and he'll say it just as MUCH as he wants to. Say it again, Mitchy-Mitch!" "'Ittle gellamun!" said Mitchy-Mitch promptly. "Ow-YAH!" Penrod's tone-production was becoming affected by his mental condition. "You say that again, and I'll "

Mitchy-Mitch shouted with delight and applied a finger to the side of the caldron a finger immediately snatched away and wiped upon a handkerchief by his fastidious sister. "'Ittle gellamun!" said Mitchy-Mitch. "You better look out!" Penrod whirled upon this small offender with grim satisfaction. Here was at least something male that could without dishonour be held responsible.

"Go on, Mitchy-Mitch," cried Marjorie. "He can't do a thing. He don't DARE! Say it some more, Mitchy-Mitch say it a whole lot!" Mitchy-Mitch, his small, fat face shining with confidence in his immunity, complied. "'Ittle gellamun!" he squeaked malevolently. "'Ittle gellamun! 'Ittle gellamun! 'Ittle gellamun!"