Meanwhile, his reddening eyes, fixed awfully upon his mother, grew unbearable.
"Now, it wasn't such a bad taste," Mrs.Schofield said rather nervously.
"Don't go acting THAT way, Penrod!" But Penrod could not help himself.

In truth, even a grown person hardened to all manner of flavours, and able to eat caviar or liquid Camembert, would have found the cloudy brown liquor virulently repulsive.

It contained in solution, with other things, the vital element of surprise, for it was comparatively odourless, and, unlike the chivalrous rattlesnake, gave no warning of what it was about to do.

In the case of Penrod, the surprise was complete and its effect visibly shocking.
The distention by which he began to express his emotion appeared to be increasing; his slender throat swelled as his cheeks puffed.

His shoulders rose toward his ears; he lifted his right leg in an unnatural way and held it rigidly in the air.
"Stop that, Penrod!" Mrs.Schofield commanded.