The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-07-06
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ring. don't understand either. The facts are these: I heard . row and came out of my room and this luna- tic"--he indicated Ronald-"charged into me. He complained of hornets in his room. While I was trying to get to the bottom of that, there comes 6 screech from below and this other imbecile races up here babbling something about a dinoSaur moving. must confess that I'm at a loss to understand 1t. I think they're both crazy"
 "There were hornets in my room, protested Ronald, out of an aura of witch hazel.
 "The dinosaur did move" said Wilfrid, not to be outdone.
 You don't know anything about this, do you, Herring" de- manded J. Pemberton.
 Roy looked blank. T, sirP No. I don't"
 J. Pemberton surveyed the group sternly. Barbara, stop laughingi There's nothing funny" Then, for the first time, he became conscious that the thing in Wilfrids hand was a banjo. He took threatening step forward. Aha! You're the ban jo player"
 Wilfrid looked sheepish, J. Penn berton nodded.
 II begin to see light" he said. This fool boy"--he addressed the "sneaked down into my museum in order to play his in- fernal instrument. While there he evidently fell asleep and awoke to have an hallucination. It's all perfectly clear"
 T did not have an hallucina- tion," said Wilfrid, with dignity, That dinosaur tried to get me and I beaned 1t with this banjo"
 "What2" roared J. Pemberton. "You mean to say you hit my dinosaur with that banjo thing?"
 "Of course I did. If hadn't, who knows . :. :"
 J. Pemberton Canning thrust out his arms and cleared a pathway through the assemblage "You come with me, Herring. We'll see about this The rest of you stay right where you are. I forbid anybody to move" "
 Roy followed him, getting a wink out of a violet eye as he went.
 well, whatever have you boys been doing?" asked Barbara, when Roy and her father had gone.
 Ronald groaned. My head feels awful
 Now, nov, never mind" said Mrs. Canning She was beginning to get sleepy.
 "Wilfrid," demanded Barbara, "what were you doing in the nu- seum2" Were you really playing the banjo?"
 T was trying to get some sleep" muttered Wilfrid.
 Tn the museum?"
 He nodded and conversation lapsed. Footsteps sounded on the stairs.
 An" said Barbara, who was the life of the party, "the troops are coming back"
 J. Pemberton Canning ap- peared, fairly running. His eyes were shooting fire and his breath came in short jerks. Roy brought up the rear at a discreet distance.
 Here's Q pretty business" J. Pemberton leveled an accusing finger at Wilfrid. You've gone and done 1t now" He directed his next remarks to the company at large. "This maniac has been scattering skeleton about my mu- scum and whats more he's put e crack in my dinosaurs jaw with his fool banjo"
 "Was the dinosaur running at large, Daddy?" inquired Barbara, 
 J. Pemberton looked at her pityingly.
 Go to bed" he advised.
 I'm sorry" mumbled Wilfrid. It was clearly an afterthought
 J. PempertOn swung OH HlHl III wrath. Sorry! I should think you would be sorry. Now then, this business is played out. You two boys are leaving this house at the crack of dawn" He rubbed his hands in anticipatory glee and glared fiercely. You've pestered me darned nearly to death all sum- mer with your incoming around and your golf and your looking just alike. But now, it's all washed up. You're leaving. Get me?"
 But ." began Ronald and Wilfrid simultaneously and then stopped, each disconcerted by the other.
 Mrs. Canning stifed a yawn. "Why, Pemberton, we can't do that. After all, I was at school with their mother"
 T don't give a rap" said J. Pemberton, bending 6 terrific glare upon her, If you were at school with their entire family tree. I've said my say and I stick to 1t. They leave first thing in the morning." He swung on his heel,