He was a head taller than either Sam or Penrod; head and shoulders taller than Herman, who was short for his age; and Verman could hardly be used for purposes of comparison at all, being a mere squat brown spot, not yet quite nine years on this planet.

And to Sam's mind, the aspect of Mr.Collins realized Penrod's portentous foreshadowings.

Upon the fat face there was an expression of truculent intolerance which had been cultivated by careful habit to such perfection that Sam's heart sank at sight of it.

A somewhat enfeebled twin to this expression had of late often decorated the visage of Penrod, and appeared upon that ingenuous surface now, as he advanced to welcome the eminent visitor.
The host swaggered toward the door with a great deal of shoulder movement, carelessly feinting a slap at Verman in passing, and creating by various means the atmosphere of a man who has contemptuously amused himself with underlings while awaiting an equal.
"Hello, 'bo!" Penrod said in the deepest voice possible to him.
"Who you callin' 'bo ?" was the ungracious response, accompanied by immediate action of a similar nature.

Rupe held Penrod's head in the crook of an elbow and massaged his temples with a hard-pressing knuckle.
"I was only in fun, Rupie," pleaded the sufferer, and then, being set free, "Come here, Sam," he said.
"What for ?" Penrod laughed pityingly.