"Guh-uh-guh-GOODNESS!" she sobbed.
Penrod immediately drooped to the curb-stone, which he reached, by pure fortune, in a sitting position.

Mr.Blakely leaned against a fence, and said nothing, though his breathing was eloquent.

"We--we must go--go home," Margaret gasped.

"We must, if--if we can drag ourselves!" Then Penrod showed them what mettle they he'd tried to crack.

A paroxysm of coughing shook him; he spoke through it sobbingly: "'Drag!' 'S jus' lul-like a girl! Ha-why I walk--OOF!--faster'n that every day--on my--way to school." He managed to subjugate a tendency to nausea.