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Looky here, Sam" and now Penrod's manner changed from the superior to the eager "you look what kind of horses they have in a circus, and you bet a circus has the best horses, don't it? Well, what kind of horses do they have in a circus? They have some black and white ones, but the best they have are white all over. Well, what kind of a horse is this we got here?
Penrod's brow was already contorted to present the appearance of detached and lofty concentration a histrionic failure, since it did not deceive the audience. He raised a hushing hand. "SH!" he murmured. "I got to think." "Bugs!" the impolite Mr. Williams said again.
A tiny knot of green ribbon finished off the braid and kept it from unravelling; and beneath the ribbon there was a final wisp of hair which was just long enough to repose upon Penrod's desk when Victorine leaned back in her seat. It was there now.
Penrod abruptly set down his soup-spoon and gazed at his aunt with flattering attention. "Yes; sometimes," said Mrs. Schofield. "She's Penrod's teacher." "Is she?" said Mrs. Farry. "Do you " She paused. "Do people think her a little queer, these days?" "Why, no," returned her sister. "What makes you say that?" "She has acquired a very odd manner," said Mrs. Farry decidedly.
And if, in the coming years it was to be Penrod's lot to find himself in that precise situation, no doubt he would be the better prepared for it on account of this present afternoon's experience under the scalding eye of Mrs. Williams. It should be added that Mrs. Williams's eye was awful to the imagination only.
Penrod had removed the lid of the cistern; he was kneeling beside it, and the fact that the diameter of the opening into the cistern was one inch less than the diameter of the coil of Louis the Fifteenth's hunting-horn was all that had just saved Louis the Fifteenth's hunting-horn from joining the drowned trousers of Herman. Such was Penrod's instinct, and thus loyally he had followed it.
Since the passing of Penrod's Rupe Collins period he had experienced some severe qualms at the recollection of his last meeting with Marjorie and his Apache behaviour; in truth, his heart instantly became as wax at sight of her, and he would have offered her fair speech; but, alas! in Marjorie's wonderful eyes there shone a consciousness of new powers for his undoing, and she denied him opportunity.
"Well, there ain't anything in your house," returned Penrod frankly, "that I'd walk two feet to look at not a thing!" "Oh, no!" Sam assumed mockery. "Oh, no, you wouldn't! You know what it is, don't you? Yes, you do!" Penrod's curiosity stirred somewhat. "Well, all right," he said, "I got nothin' to do. I just as soon go. What is it?" "You wait and see," said Sam, as they climbed the fence.
Penrod's imagination paused outside the threshold of that room in Mr. Ethelbert Magsworth Bitts' house, and awe fell upon him when he thought of it. Roddy seemed to have disappeared within a shrouding mist where Penrod's mind refused to follow him. "Well, he got back his ole horn!" said Sam after school the next afternoon. "I KNEW we had a perfect right to call him whatever we wanted to!
Verman halted, ceased to drum, and stared. His gaze was not fixed particularly upon Penrod's nose, however, and neither now nor later did he make any remark or gesture referring to this casual eccentricity. He expected things like that upon Penrod or Sam Williams. And as for Penrod himself, he had already forgotten that his nose was painted. "Come on, Verman!"
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