Gl-glump, gallump! No; I can't
do it now. But nearly all boys feel obliged to learn it."
"You're entirely mistaken, Henry," she returned a little sharply.
"That isn't the way he goes in his throat. Penrod is getting to
be a VERY nervous boy, and he makes noises because he can't help
it. He works part of his face, too, sometimes, so much that I've
been afraid it would interfere with his looks."
"Interfere with his what?" For the moment, Mr. Schofield seemed
to be dazed.
"When he's himself," she returned crisply, "he's quite a handsome
boy."
"He is?"
"Handsomer than the average, anyhow," Mrs. Schofield said firmly.
"No wonder you don't see it--when we've let his system get all
run down like this!"
"Good heavens!" the mystified Mr. Schofield murmured. "Penrod's
system hasn't been running down; it's just the same as it always
was. He's absolutely all right."
"Indeed he is not!" she said severely. "We've got to take better
care of him than we have been."
"Why, how could--"
"I know what I'm talking about," she interrupted. "Penrod is
anything but a strong boy, and it's all our fault.
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