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He extracted it frenziedly, which brought to his ears a protracted and sonorous ripping, too easily located by a final gesture of horror. "Penrod Schofield!" Mrs. Lora Rewbush had come out into the hallway.
Lora Rewbush an almost universally respected fellow citizen, a lady of charitable and poetic inclinations, and one of his own mother's most intimate friends. Mrs.
The Child Sir Mordred, the villain of this piece, rose in his place at the table round, and piped the only lines ever written by Mrs. Lora Rewbush which Penrod Schofield could have pronounced without loathing. Georgie Bassett, a really angelic boy, had been selected for the role of Mordred.
"Sir Lancelot must have been ever so long before Colonial times." "That doesn't matter," Margaret reassured her. "Nobody'll know the difference Mrs. Lora Rewbush least of all. I don't think she knows a thing about it, though, of course, she does write splendidly and the words of the pageant are just beautiful. Stand still, Penrod!" Look at him. You'd hardly know it was Penrod!"
Lora Rewbush; nevertheless, they found opportunity to exchange earnest congratulations upon his not having recognized the humble but serviceable paternal garment now brilliant about the Lancelotish middle. Altogether, they felt that the costume was a success.
Finally he spoke aloud, with such spleen that Duke rose from his haunches and lifted one ear in keen anxiety. "'I hight Sir Lancelot du Lake, the Child, Gentul-hearted, meek, and mild. What though I'm BUT a littul child, Gentul-hearted, meek, and OOF!" All of this except "oof" was a quotation from the Child Sir Lancelot, as conceived by Mrs. Lora Rewbush.
He could not be seen from the hallway, but the hue and the cry was up; and he knew he must be taken. It was only a question of seconds. He huddled in his chair. "Penrod Schofield!" cried Mrs. Lora Rewbush angrily. The distracted boy rose and, as he did so, a long pin sank deep into his back.
The neighbourhood of Mrs. Schofield and Margaret became, tactfully, a desert. Friends of the author went behind the scenes and encountered a hitherto unknown phase of Mrs. Lora Rewbush; they said, afterward, that she hardly seemed to know what she was doing. She begged to be left alone somewhere with Penrod Schofield, for just a little while. They led her away.
Lora Rewbush was heard from the wings, prompting irritably, and the Child. Sir Lancelot repeated: "I do my share though but though but a tot, I pray you knight Sir Lancelot!" This also met the royal favour, and Penrod was bidden to join Sir Galahad at the throne. As he crossed the stage, Mrs. Schofield whispered to Margaret: "That boy!
During the earlier anguishes of the process he was mute, exceeding the pathos of the stricken calf in the shambles; but a student of eyes might have perceived in his soul the premonitory symptoms of a sinister uprising. Lora Rewbush had announced that she wished the costuming to be "as medieval and artistic as possible."
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