Nightmares were coming to life before his eyes.
But a light broke slowly; it came first to Mr.and Mrs.Schofield, and it was they who illuminated Penrod.

Slowly, slowly, as they spoke more and more pleasantly to him, it began to dawn upon him that this trouble was all Roddy's.
And when Mr.Schofield went to take the horn to the house of Mr.
Ethelbert Magsworth Bitts, Penrod sat quietly with his mother.

Mr.
Schofield was gone an hour and a half.

Upon his solemn return he reported that Roddy's father had been summoned by telephone to bring his son to the house of Uncle Ethelbert.

Mr.Bitts had forthwith appeared with Roddy, and, when Mr.Schofield came away, Roddy was still (after half an hour's previous efforts) explaining his honourable intentions.
Mr.Schofield indicated that Roddy's condition was agitated, and that he was having a great deal of difficulty in making his position clear.
Penrod's imagination paused outside the threshold of that room in Mr.
Ethelbert Magsworth Bitts' house, and awe fell upon him when he thought of it.