"Why?
Them was _ornyments_! Now you ain't got a ornyment on your whole place, except a horned toad and four tarantulas in a teacup.

Now a real ornyment is somethin' you put on the parlor table, man, and show it free and open.

It's sort of sacred like." "Not for rats," said McKinney.
"You'd better keep your eye on that parrot," warned Doc Tomlinson.
"About to-morrow, you tell us what you find out." But on the morrow the mystery remained unsolved.

"One heel's plumb gone," said Curly, sighing.

"And they've begun on the toe of the other foot." Bill, the parrot, remained under increasing suspicion.