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News of the Big Show and Museum of Curiosities had at last penetrated the far, cold spaces of interstellar niceness, for this new patron consisted of no less than Roderick Magsworth Bitts, Junior, escaped in a white "sailor suit" from the Manor during a period of severe maternal and tutorial preoccupation.

At every meal he absorbed a sense of Magsworth greatness, and yet, in his infrequent meetings with persons of his own age and sex, he was treated as negligible. Now, dimly, he perceived that there was a Magsworth claim of some sort which was impressive, even to boys. Magsworth blood was the essential of all true distinction in the world, he knew.

He did go home but only subsequently. What took place before his departure had the singular solidity and completeness of systematic violence; also, it bore the moral beauty of all actions that lead to peace and friendship, for, when it was over, and the final vocalizations of Roderick Magsworth Bitts, Junior, were growing faint with increasing distance, Sam and Penrod had forgotten their differences and felt well disposed toward each other once more.

He tossed the thing upon the floor, and leaned back in the wheelbarrow, inert. "Yay, Penrod!" Sam Williams appeared in the doorway, and, behind Sam, Master Roderick Magsworth Bitts, Junior. "Yay, there!" Penrod made no response. The two came in, and Sam picked up the poor contrivance Penrod had tossed upon the floor. "What's this ole dingus?" Sam asked. "Nothin'." "Well, what's it for?"

However, the statement that no sensible person could have connected the Magsworth Bitts family with the arsenical Rena takes no account of Penrod Schofield.

Penrod paused abruptly, seeing something before himself the august and awful presence which filled the entryway. Before HERSELF, Mrs. Roderick Magsworth Bitts saw her son her scion wearing a moustache and sideburns of blue, and perched upon a box flanked by Sherman and Verman, the Michigan rats, the Indian dog Duke, Herman, and the dog part alligator. Roddy, also, saw something before himself.

To think those outrageous little fiends wouldn't even spare YOU!" As she spoke, another departing male guest came from behind Carlie and placed in her hand a snakelike article a thing that Miss Lowe seized and concealed with one sweeping gesture. "It's some false hair somebody must of put in my overcoat pocket," said Roderick Magsworth Bitts. "Well, 'g-night. Thank you for a very nice time."

"I suppose," she went on, "I'll find everything here fearfully Western. Some nice people called yesterday, though. Do you know the Magsworth Bittses? Auntie says they're charming. Will Roddy be at your party?" "I guess he will," returned Penrod, finding this intelligible. "The mutt!" "Really!" Fanchon exclaimed airily. "Aren't you great pals with him?" "What's 'pals'?" "Good heavens!

Magsworth Bitts inclines to think it was the work of a negro, as only one article was removed and nothing else found to be disturbed. The object stolen was an ancient hunting-horn dating from the eighteenth century and claimed to have belonged to Louis XV, King of France. It was valued at about twelve hundred and fifty dollars." Mrs. Schofield opened her mouth wide.

Sam and Penrod, spellbound, gazed upon Roderick Magsworth Bitts, Junior. So did Herman and Verman. Roddy's staggering lie had changed the face of things utterly. No one questioned it; no one realized that it was much too good to be true. "Roddy," said Penrod, in a voice tremulous with hope, "Roddy, will you join our show?" Roddy joined.