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 "What a kid you are, Tom!" said Dunbar, smiling.

"I've got to let it out somehow," said Beauling. In one corner of the room he perceived a Japanese bronze representing two billowy-muscled wrestlers. It weighed perhaps five hundred pounds. "This will do," he said. He forthwith picked the bronze up in his arms and, holding it like a baby, marched once around the room in triumph.

"Got it out?" said Dunbar.

"Not quite," said Beauling. He started on a second tour, during the completion of which Griswold B. Wareing of Pennsylvania entered.

"Hello!" he said, "what's all this?"

"Feathers!" said Beauling, and set down the bronze softly.

Wareing, always eager and curious, at once tried to heft the bronze. He could not budge it.

"Dunbar," said he, pointing to Beauling, "I'd be proud to be the father of that."

"Luncheon is served," announced the butler.