"What YOU got on?" inquired Mr. Levy, after dispensing information.
"What you got on under that ole golf cape?"

Penrod looked upon him coldly. At other times his questioner would have
approached him with deference, even with apprehension. But to-day the
Child Sir Galahad was somewhat intoxicated with the power of his own
beauty.

"What YOU got on?" he repeated.

"Oh, nothin'," said Penrod, with an indifference assumed at great cost
to his nervous system.

The elate Maurice was inspired to set up as a wit. "Then you're nakid!"
he shouted exultantly. "Penrod Schofield says he hasn't got nothin' on
under that ole golf cape! He's nakid! He's nakid."

The indelicate little girls giggled delightedly, and a javelin pierced
the inwards of Penrod when he saw that the Child Elaine, amber-curled
and beautiful Marjorie Jones, lifted golden laughter to the horrid jest.

Other boys and girls came flocking to the uproar. "He's nakid, he's
nakid!" shrieked the Child Sir Galahad. "Penrod Schofield's nakid! He's
NA-A-A-KID!"

"Hush, hush!" said Mrs. Lora Rewbush, pushing her way into the group.
"Remember, we are all little knights and ladies to-day. Little knights
and ladies of the Table Round would not make so much noise. Now
children, we must begin to take our places on the stage. Is everybody
here?"