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I guess you need a little sumpthing, for the main and simple " Sam uttered an uncontrollable howl and sprang upon Penrod, catching him round the waist. Simultaneously with this impact, the wooden swords spun through the air and were presently trodden underfoot as the two boys wrestled to and fro. Penrod was not altogether surprised by the onset of his friend.
"Oh, nothin'." "Your sister telephoned to our house to see if I knew where you were," said Sam. "She told me if I saw you before you got home to tell you sumpthing; but not to say anything about it.
"Yes, sir," Penrod ruled, with a little importance, "that's the way it is, Roddy." "Well, then," said Roddy, "come on over to my Uncle Ethelbert's, and I'll show you!" "No," said Sam. "I wouldn't walk over there just to find out sumpthing I already know isn't so. Outside of a music store there isn't anybody in the world got forty-one guitars!
"Well, why'n't you TELL him why he won't laugh so much, then?" Sam demanded, as Verman rose. "Why'n't you do sumpthing and quit talkin' so much about it?" Penrod haughtily led the way into the yard. "You follow me," he said, "and I guess you'll learn a little sense!"
His laughter ceased instantly, and he began to utter a protest sufficiently intelligible. "You needn't worry," Penrod said gloomily. "We haven't got any o' that stuff; so we can't do it." "Well, we got to do sumpthing," Sam said. His comrade agreed, and there was a thoughtful silence; but presently Penrod's countenance brightened. "I know!" he exclaimed. "I know what we'll do with him.
"I bet YOUR ole eyes'll open pretty far in about a minute or so!" "I bet they don't. It takes a good deal to get me excited, unless it's sumpthing mighty " "You'll see!" Sam promised. He opened an alley, gate and stepped into his own yard in a manner signalling caution though the exploit, thus far, certainly required none and Penrod began to be impressed and hopeful.
"I bet he does sumpthing," said Penrod. "I bet he does, too," Sam agreed. This was the extent of their comment upon the small person across the street; but, in spite of its non-committal character, the manner of both commentators seemed to indicate that they had just exchanged views upon an interesting and even curious subject.
Schofield went to the door of her daughter's room. "What are you doing, Penrod?" "Nothin'." "You're not disturbing any of Margaret's things, are you?" "No, ma'am," said the meek lad. "What did you jerk that drawer open for?" "Ma'am?" "You heard me, Penrod." "Yes, ma'am. I was just lookin' for sumpthing." "For what?" Mrs. Schofield asked.
"Did you charge him anything?" "Gratis," said Mr. Polly. "I never thought of it." The plump woman pressed her hands to her sides and laughed silently for a space. "You ought to have charged him sumpthing," she said. "You better come and have your cold meat, before you do any more puntin'. You and me'll get on together." Presently she came and stood watching him eat.
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