He stepped back from his chair, the table between him and the audience, and began in a high, breathless monotone: "I hight Sir Lancelot du Lake, the Child, Gentul-hearted, meek, and mild.
What though I'm BUT a littul child, Gentul-heartud, meek, and mild, I do my share though but--though but----" Penrod paused and gulped.

The voice of Mrs.Lora Rewbush was heard from the wings, prompting irritably, and the Child.

Sir Lancelot repeated: "I do my share though but--though but a tot, I pray you knight Sir Lancelot!" This also met the royal favour, and Penrod was bidden to join Sir Galahad at the throne.

As he crossed the stage, Mrs.Schofield whispered to Margaret: "That boy! He's unpinned his mantle and fixed it to cover his whole costume.

After we worked so hard to make it becoming!" "Never mind; he'll have to take the cape off in a minute," returned Margaret.