Therefore, Penrod spoke of his symptoms complainingly, and even showed himself so vindictive as to attribute them to the new medicine.
His mother made no reply.

Instead, she nodded her head as if some inner conviction had proven well founded.
"BILIOUS, TOO," she whispered to her husband.
That evening, during the half-hour preceding dinner, the dining-room was the scene of another struggle, only a little less desperate than that which had been the prelude to lunch, and again an appeal to the head of the house was found necessary.

Muscular activity and a liberal imitation of the jeremiads once more subjugated the rebel--and the same rebellion and its suppression in a like manner took place the following morning before breakfast.

But this was Saturday, and, without warning or apparent reason, a remarkable change came about at noon.

However, Mr.
and Mrs.Schofield were used to inexplicable changes in Penrod, and they missed its significance.
When Mrs.Schofield, with dread in her heart, called Penrod into the house "to take his medicine" before lunch, he came briskly, and took it like a lamb! "Why, Penrod, that's splendid!" she cried "You see it isn't bad, at all." "No'm," he said meekly.