"Why, that's what they call ME!" "Yes, and you ARE one, too!" shouted the maddened Penrod.

"But you better not let anybody call ME that! I've stood enough around here for one day, and you can't run over ME, Georgie Bassett.

Just you put that in your gizzard and smoke it!" "Anybody has a perfect right," said Georgie, with, dignity, "to call a person a little gentleman.

There's lots of names nobody ought to call, but this one's a NICE----" "You better look out!" Unavenged bruises were distributed all over Penrod, both upon his body and upon his spirit.

Driven by subtle forces, he had dipped his hands in catastrophe and disaster: it was not for a Georgie Bassett to beard him.
Penrod was about to run amuck.
"I haven't called you a little gentleman, yet," said Georgie.