"_I_ know what we'll do with him. Why, I
thought of it just as EASY! I can most always think of things
like that, for the main and simple reason--well, I thought of it
just as soon--"
"Well, what is it?" Sam demanded crossly. Penrod's reiteration of
his new-found phrase, "for the main and simple reason", had been
growing more and more irksome to his friend all day, though Sam
was not definitely aware that the phrase was the cause of his
annoyance. "WHAT are we goin' to do with him, you know so much?"
Penrod rose and peered over the tops of the bushes, shading his
eyes with his hand, a gesture that was unnecessary but had a good
appearance. He looked all round about him in this manner, finally
vouchsafing a report to the impatient Sam.
"No enemies in sight--just for the main and simple reason I
expect they're all in the alley and in Georgie Bassett's
backyard."
"I bet they're not!" Sam said scornfully, his irritation much
increased. "How do YOU know so much about it?"
"Just for the main and simple reason," Penrod replied, with
dignified finality.
And at that, Sam felt a powerful impulse to do violence upon the
person of his comrade-in-arms.
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