Mabel Rorebeck'd rather dance with me," he continued serenely, "than anybody; and she said she was awful afraid you'd ast her.

But I ain't goin' to dance with Mabel after all, because this morning she sent me a note about her uncle died last night--and P'fessor Bartet'll have to find me a partner after I get there.

Anyway I bet you haven't got any sling--and I bet your partner's Baby Rennsdale!" "What if she is ?" said Penrod.

"She's good enough for ME!" This speech held not so much modesty in solution as intended praise of the lady.
Taken literally, however, it was an understatement of the facts and wholly insincere.
"Yay!" jeered Mr.Williams, upon whom his friend's hypocrisy was quite wasted.

"How can your mother not like her mother?
Baby Rennsdale hasn't got any mother! You and her'll be a sight!" That was Penrod's own conviction; and with this corroboration of it he grew so spiritless that he could offer no retort.