"Of course she's heard about the outbreak of measles in Dayton, since they had to close the schools, and she knows you live there----" "But doesn't it seem a VERY exaggerated way," suggested Margaret, "to talk about measles ?" "Wait!" begged Aunt Clara.

"After she said that, she said something even queerer, and then put her handkerchief to her eyes and hurried away." Penrod laid down his spoon again and moved his chair slightly back from the table.

A spirit of prophecy was upon him: he knew that someone was going to ask a question which he felt might better remain unspoken.
"What WAS the other thing she said ?" Mr.Schofield inquired, thus immediately fulfilling his son's premonition.
"She said," returned Mrs.Farry slowly, looking about the table, "she said, 'I know that Penrod is a great, great comfort to you!'" There was a general exclamation of surprise.

It was a singular thing, and in no manner may it be considered complimentary to Penrod, that this speech of Miss Spence's should have immediately confirmed Mrs.Farry's doubts about her in the minds of all his family.
Mr.Schofield shook his head pityingly.
"I'm afraid she's a goner," he went so far as to say.
"Of all the weird ideas!" cried Margaret.
"I never heard anything like it in my life!" Mrs.Schofield exclaimed.
"Was that ALL she said ?" "Every word!" Penrod again resumed attention to his soup.

His mother looked at him curiously, and then, struck by a sudden thought, gathered the glances of the adults of the table by a significant movement of the head, and, by another, conveyed an admonition to drop the subject until later.