Then,
picking up the bottle, she replenished the tablespoon, and told
Penrod something she had considered it undiplomatic to mention
before.
"Here's the other one," she said sweetly.
"Uuf!" he sputtered. "Other--uh--what?"
"Two tablespoons before each meal," she informed him.
Instantly Penrod made the first of a series of passionate efforts
to leave the room. His determination was so intense and the
manifestations of it were so ruthless, that Mrs. Schofield,
exhausted, found herself obliged to call for the official head of
the house--in fact, she found herself obliged to shriek for him;
and Mr. Schofield, hastily entering the room, beheld his wife
apparently in the act of sawing his son back and forth across the
sill of an open window.
Penrod made a frantic effort to reach the good green earth, even
after his mother's clutch upon his ankle had been reenforced by
his father's. Nor was the lad's revolt subdued when he was
deposited upon the floor and the window closed. Indeed, it may be
said that he actually never gave up, though it is a fact that the
second potion was successfully placed inside him.
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