And the tokens of his appetite at dinner, a little later, were extraordinary.

Mr.
Schofield began to feel reassured in spite of himself; but Mrs.
Schofield shook her head.
"Don't you see?
It's abnormal!" she said, in a low, decisive voice.
That night Penrod awoke from a sweet, conscienceless slumber--or, rather, he was awakened.

A wrappered form lurked over him in the gloom.
"Uff--ow--" he muttered, and turned his face from the dim light that shone through the doorway.

He sighed and sought the depths of sleep again.
"Penrod," his mother said softly, and, while he resisted feebly, she turned him over to face her.
"Gawn lea' me 'lone," he muttered.
Then, as a little sphere touched his lips, he jerked his head away, startled.
"Whassat ?" Mrs.Schofield replied in tones honeysweet and coaxing: "It's just a nice little pill, Penrod." "Doe waw 'ny!" he protested, keeping his eyes shut, clinging to the sleep from which he was being riven.
"Be a good boy, Penrod," she whispered.

"Here's a glass of nice cool water to swallow it down with.