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A decorous maid conducted the long-belated applicant to her where she sat upon a sofa beside a nursery governess. The decorous maid announced him composedly as he made his entrance. "Mr. Penrod Schofield!" Miss Rennsdale suddenly burst into loud sobs. "Oh!" she wailed. "I just knew it would be him!" The decorous maid's composure vanished at once likewise her decorum.
There'll be some heartaches when he grows up; I can't keep my eyes off him." "Yes; he's a charming boy," Miss Lowe said. "His manners are remarkable." "He's a little man of the world," the enthusiastic Miss Rennsdale went on, "very different from such boys as Penrod Schofield!" "Oh, PENROD!" Miss Lowe exclaimed. "Good gracious!" "I don't see why he came. He declines to dance rudely, too!"
"You mean a jew's-harp?" "I guess not! I mean a flute with all silver on it and everything. My father's goin' to buy me one." "I bet he isn't!" "He is, too," said Penrod; "soon as I'm twenty-one years old." | | | Miss Amy Rennsdale | | | | At Home | | Saturday, the twenty-third | | from three to six | | | | R.s.v.p. Dancing | Penrod Schofield and Samuel Williams.
The chairs had been placed in rows, back to back, and Penrod would not even turn his head to see if Master Chitten and Miss Rennsdale accepted Marjorie's proposal, though they were directly behind him and Sam; but he grew red and breathed hard. A moment later, the liberty-cap that he had set upon his head was softly removed, and a little crown of silver paper put in its place.
Potted plants went down; a slender gilt chair refused to support the hurled body of Master Roderick Magsworth Bitts, and the sound of splintering wood mingled with other sounds. Dancing became impossible; Miss Amy Rennsdale wept in the midst of the riot, and everybody knew that Penrod Schofield had "started it".
For this he relied largely upon the prospective conduct of Miss Rennsdale when he should get the matter before her he was inclined to believe she would favour the exchange. As for Talleyrand Penrod himself, he was going to dance that cotillon with Marjorie Jones! "You can have all you can drink at one pull, M'rice," said Penrod kindly.
The participants were the governess of his hostess, Miss Lowe, and that one of the aunts Rennsdale who had offered to provide him with a partner. These two ladies were standing just in front of him, unconscious of his nearness. "I never," Miss Rennsdale said, "never saw a more fascinating little boy than that Carlie Chitten.
It was Marjorie Jones who first applied the description, in its definite simplicity, the day after the "pageant," and, possibly, her frequent and effusive repetitions of it, even upon wholly irrelevant occasions, had something to do with its prompt and quite perfect acceptance by the community. "Miss Rennsdale will please do me the fafer to be Mr.
Straightway he turned his back upon the crash-covered floors where the dancers were, and moved gloomily toward the hall. But one of the maiden aunts Rennsdale waylaid him. "It's Penrod Schofield, isn't it?" she asked. "Or Sammy Williams? I'm not sure which. Is it Penrod?" "Ma'am?" he said. "Yes'm." "Well, Penrod, I can find a partner for you.
Their motives were personal Carlie Chitten had wronged both of them, and Carlie was conspicuously in high favour with the Authorities. Naturally Sam and Maurice were against the Authorities. "Les Papillons" came to a conclusion. Carlie and Georgie bowed; Marjorie Jones and Baby Rennsdale curtesied, and there was loud applause.
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