"What is it?
What IS it ?" "WHAT IS IT ?" Mrs.Gelbraith echoed in a frightened whisper.

"WHAT----" "They're Tangoing!" cried Margaret Schofield.

"Or Bunny Hugging or Grizzly Bearing, or----" "They're only Turkey Trotting," said Robert Williams.
With fearful outcries the mothers, aunts, and sisters rushed upon the pavilion.
"Of course it was dreadful," said Mrs.Schofield, an hour later, rendering her lord an account of the day, "but it was every bit the fault of that one extraordinary child.

And of all the quiet, demur little things--that is, I mean, when she first came.

We all spoke of how exquisite she seemed--so well trained, so finished! Eleven years old! I never saw anything like her in my life!" "I suppose it's the New Child," her husband grunted.
"And to think of her saying there ought to have been champagne in the lemonade!" "Probably she'd forgotten to bring her pocket flask," he suggested musingly.
"But aren't you proud of Penrod ?" cried Penrod's mother.