him, and started sniffling.

Papa Schimmelhorn sat up. "But you are crying!" he exclaimed in astonishment. And even Gustav-Adolf, underneath the bed, temporarily stopped his indignant growling.

Bambi sobbed a little louder.

He reached for her. She shrank away—and suddenly the whole story poured out of her. She whispered brokenly how Mama Schimmelhorn had phoned, how she herself had called the Godmother, and about the t-t-tea party, and who Mrs. Canicatti really was, and her plans for the S.O.D.O.M. Serum and its ill-starred inventor.

Except for a burst of laughter at the idea of Vala Canicatti as a Women's Lib leader, Papa Schimmelhorn listened silently. He made no protest at his wife's course of action, saying only, "Poor Mama! She does not undershtand me or my serum, or how I like vuncecollar. "Vot iss?" she exclaimed. "Nefer haff ve put a collar on mein Gustav-Adolf! Maybe die Vomen's Libbers? Und vith a dirty piece of paper—" She pulled the collar off over his head, and untied the thread. "—probably mit cherms!" Then, on the point of tossing the paper in the wastebasket, she glanced at it and frowned. "Ach! A note from Papa? Maybe he makes a joke." She read it slowly, frowned, read it aloud to Gustav-Adolf. "Vhat does it mean, der Mafia? Und der FB. und I.? Der Mafia iss against der law. I think about it, but first I giff mein Gustav-Adolf some nice beef heart."

She sliced up the beef heart, placed it on a platter, and watched with pleasure as it was devoured.

"Vot vill I