And from his earliest years Roderick Magsworth Bitts, Junior, had been trained to believe in the importance of the Magsworth family.

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.

Consequently, having been driven into a cul-de-sac, as a result of flagrant and unfounded boasting, he was ready to take advantage of what appeared to be a triumphal way out.
"Roddy," said Penrod again, with solemnity, "is Rena Magsworth some relation of yours ?" "IS she, Roddy ?" asked Sam, almost hoarsely.
"She's my aunt!" shouted Roddy.
Silence followed.

Sam and Penrod, spellbound, gazed upon Roderick Magsworth Bitts, Junior.