"What you got on?" inquired Mr. Levy, after dispensing information. "What you got on under that ole golf cape?"
Penrod looked upon him coldly. At other times his questioner would have approached him with deference, even with apprehension. But to-day the Child Sir Galahad was somewhat intoxicated with the power of his own beauty.
"What you got on?" he repeated.
"Oh, nothin'," said Penrod, with an indifference assumed at great cost to his nervous system.
The elate Maurice was inspired to set up as a wit. "Then you're nakid!" he shouted exultantly. "Penrod Schofield says he hasn't got nothin' on under that ole golf cape! He's nakid! He's nakid!"
The indelicate little girls giggled delightedly, and a javelin pierced the inwards of Penrod when he saw that the Child Elaine, amber-curled and beautiful Marjorie Jones, lifted golden laughter to the horrid jest.
Other boys and girls came flocking to the up roar. "He's nakid, he's nakid!" shrieked the Child Sir: Galahad. "Penrod Schofield's nakid! He's na-a-a-kid!"
"Hush, hush!" said Mrs. Lora Rewbush, pushing
