"You stop it!" He found his voice.
"Uff! OOOFF!" he said thickly, and collapsed--a mere, ordinary, every-day convulsion taking the place of his pneumatic symptoms.

He began to writhe, at the same time opening and closing his mouth rapidly and repeatedly, waving his arms, stamping on the floor.
"Ow! Ow-ow-OW!" he vociferated.
Reassured by these normal demonstrations, of a type with which she was familiar, Mrs.Schofield resumed her fond smile.
"YOU'RE all right, little boysie!" she said heartily.

Then, picking up the bottle, she replenished the tablespoon, and told Penrod something she had considered it undiplomatic to mention before.
"Here's the other one," she said sweetly.
"Uuf!" he sputtered.

"Other--uh--what ?" "Two tablespoons before each meal," she informed him.
Instantly Penrod made the first of a series of passionate efforts to leave the room.

His determination was so intense and the manifestations of it were so ruthless, that Mrs.Schofield, exhausted, found herself obliged to call for the official head of the house--in fact, she found herself obliged to shriek for him; and Mr.Schofield, hastily entering the room, beheld his wife apparently in the act of sawing his son back and forth across the sill of an open window.
Penrod made a frantic effort to reach the good green earth, even after his mother's clutch upon his ankle had been reenforced by his father's.
Nor was the lad's revolt subdued when he was deposited upon the floor and the window closed.