"Where are Margaret and Penrod ?" "Margaret's just come in," Mrs.Schofield answered.

"She'll be down in a minute, and Penrod's around somewhere." "Penrod ?" Mr.Gilling repeated curiously, in his nervous, serious way.
"What is Penrod ?" And at this, Mrs.Schofield joined in her husband's laughter.

Mr.
Schofield explained.
"Penrod's our young son," he said.

"He's not much for looks, maybe; but he's been pretty good lately, and sometimes we're almost inclined to be proud of him.

You'll see him in a minute, old Joe!" Old Joe saw him even sooner.