"That ain't true, anyhow.
Why, the day before yesterday he was throwing that darned hammer." "Which came down last night in our yard with the head burst!" added Ri contemptuously.

"Found you out there too!" "Is that so!" exclaimed his father.
"That is so, sir!" The three looked at him, and it was hard to say whether indignation or contempt was more prominent in their faces.

This was more than he could endure.
"I vill not be so looked at!" he cried; "I vill leave you!" "No you won't!" said Ri.
And the Baron saw his retreat cut of by the athletic and determined young man.
"Before you leave, we have one or two questions to ask you," said Mr.
Maddison.

"Are you Lord Tulliwuddle, or are you not ?" "Yes!--No!" replied the Baron.
"Which, sir ?" Expanding his chest, he made the awe-inspiring announcement-- "I am moch greater zan Tollyvoddle! I am ze Baron Rudolph von Blitzenberg!" "Another darned lie!" commented Ri.
Mr.Maddison laughed sardonically; while Eleanor, with flashing eyes, now joined in the attack upon the hapless nobleman.
"You wretched creature! Isn't it enough to have shammed to be one peer without shamming to be another ?" "Bot I am! Ja, I swear to you! Can you not see zat I am noble ?" "Curiously enough we can't," replied Mr.Maddison.
But his daughter's scepticism was a little shaken by the fervor of his assurances.
"But, Poppa, perhaps he may be a German peer." "German waiter, more likely!" sneered Ri.

"What shall we do with him?
Tar and feathers, I guess, would just about suit his complaint." "No, Ri, no," said his father cautiously.