"When haven't I been up there?"
"You haven't NEVER been up there!" In spite of Penrod's closely
approaching nose Sam maintained his ground, and appealed for
confirmation. "Has he, Herman?"
"I don' reckon so," said Herman, laughing.
"WHAT!" Penrod transferred his nose to the immediate vicinity of
Herman's nose. "You don't reckon so, 'bo, don't you? You better look out
how you reckon around here! YOU UNDERSTAN' THAT, 'BO?"
Herman bore the eye-to-eye very well; indeed, it seemed to please
him, for he continued to laugh while Verman chuckled delightedly. The
brothers had been in the country picking berries for a week, and it
happened that this was their first experience of the new manifestation
of Penrod.
"HAVEN'T I been up at the Third?" the sinister Penrod demanded.
"I don' reckon so. How come you ast ME?"
"Didn't you just hear me SAY I been up there?"
"Well," said Herman mischievously, "hearin' ain't believin'!"
Penrod clutched him by the back of the neck, but Herman, laughing
loudly, ducked and released himself at once, retreating to the wall.
"You take that back!" Penrod shouted, striking out wildly.
"Don' git mad," begged the small darky, while a number of blows falling
upon his warding arms failed to abate his amusement, and a sound one
upon the cheek only made him laugh the more unrestrainedly. He behaved
exactly as if Penrod were tickling him, and his brother, Verman, rolled
with joy in a wheelbarrow.
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