“I said so, didn't I?”
“I guess you mean one of those little ones,” said Penrod.
“No, sir!” Roddy insisted stoutly; “it's a big one! It winds around in a big circle that would go all the way around a pretty fat man.”
“What store is it in?”
“It's not in any store,” said Roddy. “It's at my Uncle Ethelbert's. He's got this horn and three or four pianos and a couple o' harps and—”
“Does he keep a music store?”
“No. These harps and pianos and all such are old ones—awful old.”
“Oh,” said Sam, “he runs a second-hand store!”
“He does not!” Master Bitts returned angrily. “He doesn't do anything. He's just got 'em. He's got forty-one guitars.”
“Yay!” Sam whooped, and jumped up and down. “Listen to Roddy Bitts makin' up lies!”