Georgie was using the full power of his lungs, deafening his own ears to
all other sounds. Mrs. Bassett called in vain; while the tea-party stood
petrified in a cluster about the window.
"Going to heaven!" Georgie bellowed. "Going to heaven! Going to heaven,
my Lord! Going to heaven, heaven, heaven!"
He tried to climb higher, but began to slip downward, his exertions
causing damage to his apparel. A button flew into the air, and his
knickerbockers and his waistband severed relations.
"Devil's got my coat-tails, sinners! Old devil's got my coat-tails!" he
announced appropriately. Then he began to slide.
He relaxed his clasp of the tree and slid to the ground.
"Going to hell!" shrieked Georgie, reaching a high pitch of enthusiasm
in this great climax. "Going to hell! Going to hell! I'm gone to hell,
hell, hell!"
With a loud scream, Mrs. Bassett threw herself out of the window,
alighting by some miracle upon her feet with ankles unsprained.
Mr. Kinosling, feeling that his presence as spiritual adviser was
demanded in the yard, followed with greater dignity through the front
door. At the corner of the house a small departing figure collided with
him violently. It was Penrod, tactfully withdrawing from what promised
to be a family scene of unusual painfulness.
Mr. Kinosling seized him by the shoulders and, giving way to emotion,
shook him viciously.
"You horrible boy!" exclaimed Mr. Kinosling. "You ruffianly creature! Do
you know what's going to happen to you when you grow up? Do you realize
what you're going to BE!"
With flashing eyes, the indignant boy made know his unshaken purpose.
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