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"Yay, Penrod!" the visitor gave greeting. "Yay," said Penrod with slight enthusiasm. "What you got?" "Lickrish water." "Drinkin's!" demanded Penrod promptly. This is equivalent to the cry of "Biters" when an apple is shown, and establishes unquestionable title.
Starbuck had "made a plan." "Father," said, she at last, "I've be'n thinkin' " "Yay," replied the old man gruffly but not unkindly "yay, I 'spect so. Thee's pooty nigh allus a-thinkin' o' suthin. What is it neow? Eout with it!" "I've be'n thinkin' that Jim's all the child we've got " "Wal, yay. Hain't had no other not's I knows on. What o' that?"
Another low-spirited yodel reaching his ear, he perceived the head and shoulders of his friend projecting above the roofridge of the stable. The rest of Penrod's body was concealed from view, reposing upon the opposite slant of the gable and precariously secured by the crooking of his elbows over the ridge. "Yay! What you doin' up there?" "Nothin'." "You better be careful!" Sam called.
"Let me sew it on, Your High Well-born," he cried. Seeing our surprise, he added, "God is my witness, yay Bogu! I am a tailor by trade." His rent and faded coat did not seem to indicate anything of the sort, but I thought I would try him, as I happened to have a needleful of silk and a thimble in my pocket. I gave them to him accordingly.
He tossed the thing upon the floor, and leaned back in the wheelbarrow, inert. "Yay, Penrod!" Sam Williams appeared in the doorway, and, behind Sam, Master Roderick Magsworth Bitts, Junior. "Yay, there!" Penrod made no response. The two came in, and Sam picked up the poor contrivance Penrod had tossed upon the floor. "What's this ole dingus?" Sam asked. "Nothin'." "Well, what's it for?"
"Well, I was a-thinkin' that, that bein' so, an' Jim an' Sairy thinkin' so much o' 'nother, it wa'n't o' no use fur them ter keep waitin' along year eout an' year in fur a chance tu keep house by 'emselves. They'd best git married right off an' come an' live along o' us." "W'y, ole woman!" "W'y, mother!" "Yay; I hear both on ye," said the gentle old mother with a half smile.
Herman can be the chief beater, and we'll let Verman be the other beaters, and I'll " "Yay!" shouted Sam Williams. "I'll be the fortygraph man!" "No," said Penrod; "you be the one with the gun that guards the fortygraph man, because I'm the fortygraph man already. You can fix up a mighty good gun with this carpenter shop, Sam.
"You'd be foolish, because they'd be a toy deportment in my store where they'd be a hunderd marbles! So, how much would you think your five-for-a-cent marble counts for? And when I'm keepin' my store I'm goin' to get married." "Yay!" shrieked Sam derisively. "MARRIED! Listen!" Penrod and Herman joined in the howl of contempt. "Certumly I'll get married," asserted Maurice stoutly.
At this moment a shout was heard from the alley, "Yay, Penrod!" and the sandy head of comrade Sam Williams appeared above the fence. "Come on over," said Penrod. As Sam obediently climbed the fence, the little old dog, Duke, moved slowly away, but presently, glancing back over his shoulder and seeing the two boys standing together, he broke into a trot and disappeared round a corner of the house.
Roddy began a reply, but his agitation was so great that what he said had not attained coherency when Penrod again intervened. He had just remembered something important. "Oh, I know, Roddy!" he exclaimed. "If you sell it, that'd prove it was yours almost as good as givin' it away. What'll you take for it?" "I don't want to sell it," said Roddy sulkily. "Yay! Yay!
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