"I should think he'd have been glad to," said Mr. Schofield. "Who was he?"
"Sir?" In spite of the candy which he had consumed in company with Marjorie and Mitchy-Mitch, Penrod had begun to eat lobster croquettes earnestly.
"Who was he?"
"Who do you mean, papa?"
"The man that gave you that ghastly Thing!"
"Yessir. A man gave it to me."
"I say, Who was he?" shouted Mr. Schofield.
"Well, I was just walking along, and the man came up to me—it was right down in front of Colgates', where most of the paint's rubbed off the fence"
"Penrod!" The father used his most dangerous tone.
"Sir?"
"Who was the man that gave you the concertina?"
"I don't know. I was walking along and"
"You never saw him before?"
"No, sir. I was just walk"
"That will do," said Mr. Schofield, rising. "I suppose every family has its secret enemies and this was one of ours. I must ask to be excused!"
