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"I thu-thank you fu-for your polite invu-invu-invutation; and I ac " Thus far she progressed when emotion overcame her again. She beat frantically upon the sofa with fists and heels. "Oh, I DID want it to be Georgie Bassett!" "No, no, no!" said the governess, and whispered urgently, whereupon Miss Rennsdale was able to complete her acceptance.
Sam had no partner for the cotillon. If Maurice was to be absent from that festivity as it began to seem he might be Penrod needed a male friend to take care of Miss Rennsdale and he believed he saw his way to compel Mr. Williams to be that male friend.
The climax of his popularity came during the fifth overture of the Schofield and Williams Military Band, when the music was quite drowned in the agitated clamours of Miss Rennsdale, who was endeavouring to ascend the stairs in spite of the physical dissuasion of her governess. "I WON'T go home to lunch!" screamed Miss Rennsdale, her voice accompanied by a sound of ripping.
Forthwith, the Schofield and Williams Military Band began a second overture, in which something vaguely like a tune was at times distinguishable; and all of the first audience returned, most of them having occupied the interval in hasty excursions for more pins; Miss Rennsdale and governess, however, again paying coin of the Republic and receiving deference and the best seats accordingly.
Penrod had disappeared from view. The delayed dance was about to begin a most uneven cotillon when Samuel Williams arrived. Mrs. Schofield hurriedly left the ballroom; while Miss Rennsdale, flushing with sudden happiness, curtsied profoundly to Professor Bartet and obtained his attention. "I have telled you fifty times," he informed her passionately ere she spoke, "I cannot make no such changes.
The effect of music, too, upon children is incalculable, especially when they do not hear it often and both a snare-drum and a bass drum were in the expensive orchestra at the Rennsdale party. Nevertheless, the outlawry at any party may remain incipient unless a chieftain appears; but in Penrod's corner were now gathering into one anarchical mood all the necessary qualifications for leadership.
May I have the pleasure of dancing the cotillon as your partner t'-morrow afternoon?" The wet eyes of Miss Rennsdale searched his countenance without pleasure, and a shudder wrung her small shoulders; but the governess whispered to her instructively, and she made a great effort.
She pronounced "slow" a "Fancy Dance" executed during an intermission by Baby Rennsdale and Georgie Bassett, giving it as her opinion that Miss Rennsdale and Mr. Bassett were "dead ones"; and she expressed surprise that the punch bowl contained lemonade and not champagne. The dancing continued, the new step gaining instantly in popularity, fresh couples adventuring with every number.
This, with Marjorie, scored off all except five of the seventeen possible partners; and four of the five were also sealed away from him, as he learned in chance encounters with other boys upon the street. One lady alone remained; he bowed to the inevitable and entered this lorn damsel's gate at twilight with an air of great discouragement. The lorn damsel was Miss Rennsdale, aged eight.
"Good-night, Miss Rennsdale," said Master Chitten demurely. "Thank you for a " But Miss Rennsdale detained him. "Carrie," she said earnestly, "you're a dear boy, and I know you'll tell me something. It was all Penrod Schofield, wasn't it?" "You mean he left the " "I mean," she said, in a low tone, not altogether devoid of ferocity.
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