some evidences of disturbed complacency. "Why, that's what they call me!"
"Yes, and you are one, too!" shouted the maddened Penrod. "But you better not let anybody call me that! I've stood enough around here for one day, and you can't run over me, Georgie Bassett. Just you put that in your gizzard and smoke it!"
"Anybody has a perfect right," said Georgie, with dignity, "to call a person a little gentleman. There's lots of names nobody ought to call, but this one's a nice"
"You better look out!"
Unavenged bruises were distributed all over Penrod, both upon his body and upon his spirit. Driven by subtle forces, he had dipped his hands in catastrophe and disaster: it was not for a Georgie Bassett to beard him. Penrod was about to run amuck.
"I haven't called you a little gentleman, yet," said Georgie. "I only said it. Anybody's got a right to say it."
"Not around me! You just try it again and"
"I shall say it," returned Georgie, "all I please. Anybody in this town has a right to say 'little gentleman'"
Bellowing insanely, Penrod plunged his right hand
