“We could tell him it was lickrish water,” added Sam, liking the idea. “The two bottles look almost the same.”
“Then we wouldn't have to go to his ole cotillon this afternoon,” Penrod sighed. “There wouldn't be any!”
“Who's your partner, Pen?”
“Who's yours?”
“Who's yours? I just ast you.”
“Oh, she's all right!” And Penrod smiled boastfully.
“I bet you wanted to dance with Marjorie!” said his friend.
“Me? I wouldn't dance with that girl if she begged me to! I wouldn't dance with her to save her from drowning! I wouldn't da——”
“Oh, no—you wouldn't!” interrupted Mr. Williams skeptically.
Penrod changed his tone and became persuasive.