"I won't touch you, M'rice.
I made up with you yesterday afternoon--don't you remember?
You're all right with me, M'rice." Maurice looked undecided.

But Penrod had the delectable bottle again, and tilting it above his lips, affected to let the cool liquid purl enrichingly into him, while with his right hand he stroked his middle facade ineffably.

Maurice's mouth watered.
"Here!" cried Sam, stirred again by the superb manifestations of his friend.

"Gimme that!" Penrod brought the bottle down, surprisingly full after so much gusto, but withheld it from Sam; and the two scuffled for its possession.
Nothing in the world could have so worked upon the desire of the yearning observer beyond the fence.
"Honest, Penrod--you ain't goin' to touch me if I come in your yard ?" he called.

"Honest ?" "Cross my heart!" answered Penrod, holding the bottle away from Sam.
"And we'll let you drink all you want." Maurice hastily climbed the fence, and while he was thus occupied Mr.
Samuel Williams received a great enlightenment.