Papa's in there." Under her eye the two entered the library, to find Mr.Williams reading his evening paper.

He looked up pleasantly, but it seemed to Penrod that he had an ominous and penetrating expression.
"What have you been up to, you boys ?" inquired this enemy.
"Nothing," said Sam.

"Different things." "What like ?" "Oh--just different things." Mr.Williams nodded; then his glance rested casually upon Penrod.
"What's the matter with your arm, Penrod ?" Penrod became paler, and Sam withdrew from him almost conspicuously.
"Sir ?" "I said, What's the matter with your arm ?" "Which one ?" Penrod quavered.
"Your left.

You seem to be holding it at an unnatural position.

Have you hurt it ?" Penrod swallowed.