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Updated: July 28, 2025
"It's too soon after his meal. You ought to know that yourself. What we got to do is to make up a bed for him if he wants to lay down or anything." "Make up a what for him?" Sam echoed, dumfounded. "What you talkin' about? How can " "Sawdust," Penrod said. "That's the way the horse we used to have used to have it.
Verman continued to stare, not moving. He had received such invitations before, and they had not always resulted to his advantage. Within that stable things had happened to him the like of which he was anxious to avoid in the future. "Oh, come ahead, Verman!" Penrod urged, and, divining logic in the reluctance confronting him, he added, "This ain't goin' to be anything like last time, Verman.
Sam Williams, however, with a true showman's foresight, whispered to Penrod, who rang down on the monologue. "GEN-til-mun and LAY-deeze, this closes our pufformance. Pray pass out quietly and with as little jostling as possible. As soon as you are all out there's goin' to be a new pufformance, and each and all are welcome at the same and simple price of admission.
"Do you know that you have kept an audience of five hundred people waiting for ten minutes?" She, also, detained the five hundred while she spake further. "Well," said Penrod contentedly, as he followed her toward the buzzing stage, "I was just sitting there thinking."
Margaret, who had crossed to the doorway, caught the ghost of a whisper behind her, where stood Penrod. He knew not that he was overheard. A frightful suspicion flashed through Margaret's mind a suspicion that Mr. Kinosling's hat would have to be either boiled off or shaved off. With growing horror she recalled Penrod's long absence when he went to bring the hat.
"I don't know what you're goin' to do," Penrod returned, picking up the old cigar box which had contained the paper and pencils. "I'm goin' to put mine in here, so's it'll come in handy when I haf to get at it." "Well, I guess I'll keep mine there, too," said Sam.
In short, he was a boy of whom a timid adult stranger would have inquired the way with confidence. And yet Sam and Penrod had mysterious thoughts about him obviously there was something subterranean here.
"I never said anything!" "You said Quit that!" "Boys!" Mrs. Williams, Sam's mother, opened the door of the room and stood upon the threshold. The scuffling of Sam and Penrod ceased instantly, and they stood hushed and stricken, while fear fell upon them. "Boys, you weren't quarrelling, were you?" "Ma'am?" said Sam. "Were you quarrelling with Penrod?" "No, ma'am," answered Sam in a small voice.
It seemed to her that Penrod had no right to allow a strange girl to whisper in his ear; that his blushing, when the strange girl did it, was atrocious; and that the strange girl, herself, ought to be arrested.
His palate is tender, and, in one sense, might be called fastidious; nothing is more sensitive or more easily shocked. A boy tastes things much more than grown people taste them: what is merely unpleasant to a man is sheer broth of hell to a boy. Therefore, not knowing what might be encountered, Penrod continued to be reluctant.
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