"Say, wouldn't you be just as happy if you had SOME sense ?" "Penrod!" shouted his father.

But Penrod's mother gazed with dismay at her son: he had never before spoken like that to his sister.
Mrs.Schofield might have been more dismayed than she was, if she had realized that it was the beginning of an epoch.

After dinner, Penrod was slightly scalded in the back as the result of telling Della, the cook, that there was a wart on the middle finger of her right hand.

Della thus proving poor material for his new manner to work upon, he approached Duke, in the backyard, and, bending double, seized the lowly animal by the forepaws.
"I let you know my name's Penrod Schofield," hissed the boy.

He protruded his underlip ferociously, scowled, and thrust forward his head until his nose touched the dog's.