[Penrod by Booth Tarkington]@TWC D-Link bookPenrod CHAPTER VI EVENING 1/3
The sun was setting behind the back fence (though at a considerable distance) as Penrod Schofield approached that fence and looked thoughtfully up at the top of it, apparently having in mind some purpose to climb up and sit there.
Debating this, he passed his fingers gently up and down the backs of his legs; and then something seemed to decide him not to sit anywhere.
He leaned against the fence, sighed profoundly, and gazed at Duke, his wistful dog. The sigh was reminiscent: episodes of simple pathos were passing before his inward eye.
About the most painful was the vision of lovely Marjorie Jones, weeping with rage as the Child Sir Lancelot was dragged, insatiate, from the prostrate and howling Child Sir Galahad, after an onslaught delivered the precise instant the curtain began to fall upon the demoralized "pageant." And then--oh, pangs! oh, woman!--she slapped at the ruffian's cheek, as he was led past her by a resentful janitor; and turning, flung her arms round the Child Sir Galahad's neck. "PENROD SCHOFIELD, DON'T YOU DARE EVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN AS LONG AS YOU LIVE!" Maurice's little white boots and gold tassels had done their work. At home the late Child Sir Lancelot was consigned to a locked clothes-closet pending the arrival of his father.
Mr.Schofield came and, shortly after, there was put into practice an old patriarchal custom.
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