Then he passed those graceful fingers over his hair, and turned toward Penrod, who was perched upon the railing in a dark corner.
"The evening is touched with a slight coolness," said Mr.Kinosling.
"Perhaps I may request the little gentleman----" "B'gr-r-RUFF!" coughed Mr.Schofield.

"You'd better change your mind about a cigar." "No, I thank you.

I was about to request the lit----" "DO try one," Margaret urged.

"I'm sure papa's are nice ones.

Do try----" "No, I thank you.