RE-MEM-BUR! Next July she's goin' to be hung, and, each and all, you now see before you----" Penrod paused abruptly, seeing something before himself--the august and awful presence which filled the entryway.

And his words (it should be related) froze upon his lips.
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.

It needed no prophet to read the countenance of the dread apparition in the entryway.

His mouth opened--remained open--then filled to capacity with a calamitous sound of grief not unmingled with apprehension.
Penrod's reason staggered under the crisis.

For a horrible moment he saw Mrs.Roderick Magsworth Bitts approaching like some fatal mountain in avalanche.