"She told me if I saw you before you got home to tell you sumpthing; but not to say anything about it.

She said Miss Spence had telephoned to her, but she said for me to tell you it was all right about that letter, and she wasn't goin' to tell your mother and father on you, so you needn't say anything about it to 'em." "All right," said Penrod indifferently.
"She says you're goin' to be in enough trouble without that," Sam went on.

"You're goin' to catch fits about your Uncle Slocum's hat, Penrod." "Well, I guess I know it." "And about not comin' home to dinner, too.

Your mother telephoned twice to Mamma while we were eatin' to see if you'd come in our house.

And when they SEE you--MY, but you're goin' to get the DICKENS, Penrod!" Penrod seemed unimpressed, though he was well aware that Sam's prophecy was no unreasonable one.
"Well, I guess I know it," he repeated casually.