They'll find out what they GET!" The barber chuckled.

Then a fly lit on the barber's nose and he slapped at it, and the slap missed the fly but did not miss the nose.

The barber was irritated.

At this moment his birdlike eye gleamed a gleam as it fell upon customers approaching: the prettiest little girl in the world, leading by the hand her baby brother, Mitchy-Mitch, coming to have Mitchy-Mitch's hair clipped, against the heat.
It was a hot day and idle, with little to feed the mind--and the barber was a mischievous man with an irritated nose.

He did his worst.
Meanwhile, the brooding Penrod pursued his homeward way; no great distance, but long enough for several one-sided conflicts with malign insulters made of thin air.