CHAPTER XXII THE IMITATOR.
At the dinner-table, that evening, Penrod Surprised his family by remarking, in a voice they had never heard him attempt--a law-giving voice of intentional gruffness: "Any man that's makin' a hunderd dollars a month is makin' good money." "What ?" asked Mr.Schofield, staring, for the previous conversation had concerned the illness of an infant relative in Council Bluffs.
"Any man that's makin' a hunderd dollars a month is makin' good money." "What IS he talking about!" Margaret appealed to the invisible.
"Well," said Penrod, frowning, "that's what foremen at the ladder works get." "How in the world do you know ?" asked his mother.
"Well, I KNOW it! A hunderd dollars a month is good money, I tell you!" "Well, what of it ?" said the father, impatiently.
"Nothin'.

I only said it was good money." Mr.Schofield shook his head, dismissing the subject; and here he made a mistake: he should have followed up his son's singular contribution to the conversation.

That would have revealed the fact that there was a certain Rupe Collins whose father was a foreman at the ladder works.

All clues are important when a boy makes his first remark in a new key.
"'Good money' ?" repeated Margaret, curiously.

"What is 'good' money ?" Penrod turned upon her a stern glance.