“Nothin'.”
“You're not disturbing any of Margaret's things, are you?”
“No, ma'am,” said the meek lad.
“What did you jerk that drawer open for?”
“Ma'am?”
“You heard me, Penrod.”
“Yes, ma'am. I was just lookin' for sumpthing.”
“For what?” Mrs. Schofield asked. “You know that nothing of yours would be in Margaret's room, Penrod, don't you?”
“Ma'am?”
“What was it you wanted?” she asked, rather impatiently.