It's good for you.
Good-night." "G'-night!" The door closed softly behind her, and the body of Penrod, from the hips upward, rose invisibly in the complete darkness of the bedchamber.
A moment later the hot-water bag reached the floor in as noiseless a manner as that previously adopted by the remains of the little pill, and Penrod once more bespread his soul with poppies.

This time he slept until the breakfast-bell rang.
He was late to school, and at once found himself in difficulties.
Government demanded an explanation of the tardiness; but Penrod made no reply of any kind.

Taciturnity is seldom more strikingly out of place than under such circumstances, and the penalties imposed took account not only of Penrod's tardiness but of his supposititious defiance of authority in declining to speak.

The truth was that Penrod did not know why he was tardy, and, with mind still lethargic, found it impossible to think of an excuse his continuing silence being due merely to the persistence of his efforts to invent one.

Thus were his meek searchings misinterpreted, and the unloved hours of improvement in science and the arts made odious.
"They'll SEE!" he whispered sorely to himself, as he bent low over his desk, a little later.