On the following Saturday a yodel sounded from the sunny sidewalk in front of the Schofields' house, and Penrod, issuing forth, beheld the familiar figure of Samuel Williams waiting.
Upon Sam's breast there glittered a round bit of silver suspended by a white ribbon from a bar of the same metal.

Upon the breast of Penrod was a decoration precisely similar.
"'Lo, Penrod," said Sam.

"What are you goin' to do ?" "Nothin'" "I got mine on," said Sam.
"I have, too," said Penrod.

"I wouldn't take a hunderd dollars for mine." "I wouldn't take two hunderd for mine," said Sam.
Each glanced pleasantly at the other's medal.

They faced each other without shame.