Blakely, is that you?"
"Good-evening," he said. "I fear I must be keeping an engagement.
Good-night. Good-night, Miss Schofield."
"Good-night."
"Well, good-night," Penrod called, staring after him. But Mr.
Blakely was already too far away to hear him, and a moment later
Penrod followed his mother and sister into the house.
"I let Della go to church," Mrs. Schofield said to Margaret. "You
and I might help Katie get supper."
"Not for a few minutes," Margaret returned gravely, looking at
Penrod. "Come upstairs, mamma; I want to tell you something."
Penrod cackled hoarse triumph and defiance.
"Go on! Tell! What _'I_ care? You try to poison a person in
church again, and then laugh in his face, you'll see what you
get!"
But after his mother had retired with Margaret to the latter's
room, he began to feel disturbed in spite of his firm belief that
his cause was wholly that of justice victorious. Margaret had
insidious ways of stating a case; and her point of view, no
matter how absurd or unjust, was almost always adopted by Mr. and
Mrs. Schofield in cases of controversy.
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