"I'll give you sumpthing to remem----" "Oh, you will!" Maurice cried with astonishing truculence, contorting himself into what he may have considered a posture of defense.

"Let's see you try it, you--you itcher!" For the moment, defiance from such a source was dumfounding.

Then, luckily, Penrod recollected something and glanced at the automobile.
Perceiving therein not only the alert chauffeur but the magnificent outlines of Mrs.Levy, his enemy's mother, he manoeuvred his lifted hand so that it seemed he had but meant to scratch his ear.
"Well, I guess I better be goin'," he said casually.

"See you tomorrow!" Maurice mounted to the lap of luxury, and Penrod strolled away with an assumption of careless ease which was put to a severe strain when, from the rear window of the car, a sudden protuberance in the nature of a small, dark, curly head shrieked scornfully: "Go on--you big stiff!" The cotillon loomed dismally before Penrod now; but it was his duty to secure a partner and he set about it with a dreary heart.

The delay occasioned by his fruitless attempt on Marjorie and the altercation with his enemy at her gate had allowed other ladies ample time to prepare for callers--and to receive them.