Penrod
of a good part. 

In the course of some really necessary preparations for dinner he stepped from the bathroom into the pink-and-white bedchamber of his sister, and addressed her rather thickly through a towel. 

"When'd mamma find out Aunt Clara and Cousin Clara were coming?" 

"Not till she saw them from the window. She just happened to look out as they drove up. Aunt Clara telegraphed this morning, but it wasn't delivered." 

"How long they goin' to stay?" 

"I don't know." 

Penrod ceased to rub his shining face, and thoughtfully tossed the towel through the bathroom door. "Uncle John won't try to make 'em come back home, I guess, will he?" (Uncle John was Aunt Clara's husband, a successful manufacturer of stoves, and his lifelong regret was that he had not entered the Baptist ministry.) "He'll let 'em stay here quietly, won't he?" 

"What ARE you talking about?" demanded Margaret, turning from her mirror. "Uncle John sent them here. Why shouldn't he let them stay?" 

Penrod looked crestfallen. "Then he hasn't taken to drink?" 

"Certainly not!" She emphasized the denial with a pretty peal of soprano laughter. 

"Then why," asked her brother gloomily, "why did Aunt Clara look so worried when she got here?" 

"Good gracious! Don't people worry about anything except somebody's drinking? Where did you get such an idea?" 

"Well," he persisted, "you don't KNOW it ain't that." 

She laughed again, wholeheartedly. "Poor Uncle John! He won't even allow grape juice or ginger ale in his house. They came because they were afraid little Clara might catch the measles. She's very delicate, and there's such an epidemic of measles among the children over in Dayton the schools had to be closed. Uncle John got so worried that last night he dreamed about it; and this morning he couldn't stand it any longer and packed them off over here, though he thinks its wicked to travel on Sunday. And Aunt Clara was worried when she got here because they'd forgotten to check her trunk and it will have to be sent by express. Now what in the name of the common sense put it into your head that 
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