What stirred in Penrod was new neither in him nor in the world, but old--old as old Adam, old as the childishness of man.

All children have it, of course: they are all anxious to Make a Noise in the World.
While the band approached, Penrod marked the time with his feet; then he fell into step and accompanied the musicians down the street, keeping as near as possible to the little man with the big horn.

There were four or five other boys, strangers, also marching with the band, but these were light spirits, their flushed faces and prancing legs proving that they were merely in a state of emotional reaction to music.

Penrod, on the contrary, was grave.

He kept his eyes upon the big horn, and, now and then, he gave an imitation of it.