CHAPTER XIX THE INNER BOY
Penrod went home in splendour, pretending that he and Duke were a long
procession; and he made enough noise to render the auricular part of the
illusion perfect. His own family were already at the lunch-table when he
arrived, and the parade halted only at the door of the dining-room.
"Oh SOMETHING!" shouted Mr. Schofield, clasping his bilious brow with
both hands. "Stop that noise! Isn't it awful enough for you to SING? Sit
DOWN! Not with that thing on! Take that green rope off your shoulder!
Now take that thing out of the dining-room and throw it in the ash-can!
Where did you get it?"
"Where did I get what, papa?" asked Penrod meekly, depositing the
accordion in the hall just outside the dining-room door.
"That da--that third-hand concertina."
"It's a 'cordian," said Penrod, taking his place at the table, and
noticing that both Margaret and Mr. Robert Williams (who happened to be
a guest) were growing red.
"I don't care what you call it," said Mr. Schofield irritably. "I want
to know where you got it."
Penrod's eyes met Margaret's: hers had a strained expression.
She very slightly shook her head. Penrod sent Mr. Williams a grateful
look, and might have been startled if he could have seen himself in a
mirror at that moment; for he regarded Mitchy-Mitch with concealed but
vigorous aversion and the resemblance would have horrified him.
"A man gave it to me," he answered gently, and was rewarded by the
visibly regained ease of his patron's manner, while Margaret leaned back
in her chair and looked at her brother with real devotion.
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