Seventeen

No one but the creator of Penrod could have portrayed the immortal young people of this story. Its humor is irresistible and reminiscent of the time when the reader was Seventeen.terday, though.'' ``Well, let her!'' returned William, still severe. ``They said she was goin' to bring a girl to visit her,'' Johnnie began in a confidential tone. ``They said she was a reg'lar ringdinger and--'' ``Well, what if she is?'' the discouraging Mr. Baxter interrupted. ``Makes little difference to ME, I guess!'' ``Oh no, it don't. YOU don't take any interest in girls! OH no!'' ``No, I do not!'' was the emphatic and heartless retort. ``I never saw one in my life I'd care whether she lived or died!'' ``Honest?'' asked Johnnie, struck by the conviction with which this speech was uttered. ``Honest, is that so?'' ``Yes, `honest'!'' William replied, sharply. ``They could ALL die, I wouldn't notice!'' Johnnie Watson was profoundly impressed. ``Why, I didn't know you felt that way about 'em, Silly Bill. I always thought you were kind of--'' ``Well, I do feel that way about 'em!'' said William Sylvanus Baxter, and, outraged by