"I will if I feel like it, and I won't if I feel like it.

You wait and see." But Marjorie jumped up and ran around to him abandoning her escort.
All the children were leaving their chairs and moving toward the dancing-rooms; the orchestra was playing dance-music again.
"Come on, Penrod!" Marjorie cried.

"Let's go dance this together.

Come on!" With seeming reluctance, he suffered her to lead him away.

"Well, I'll go with you; but I won't dance," he said "I wouldn't dance with the President of the United States" "Why, Penrod ?" "Well--because well, I won't DO it!" "All right.