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some unexplained method to have become more than comfortably
off, if not positively wealthy. Indeed it was the magnificence of the
party rather than the fleeting fame that at first caused the talk -
after all that other odd business had happened some twenty years
before and was becoming decently forgotten. The magnificence of
the preparations for the party, I should say. The field to the south
of his front door was being covered with pavilions. Invitations
were being sent out to all the Bagginses and all the Tooks (his
relatives on his mother's side), and to the Grubbs (only remotely
connected); and to the Burroweses, the Boffinses, the Chubbses
and the Proudfeet: none of whom were connected at all within the
memory of the local historians - some of them lived on the other
side of the shire; but they were all, of course, hobbits. Even the
Sackville-Bagginses, his cousins on his father's side, were not
forgotten. There had been a feud between them and Mr Bilbo
Baggins, as some of you may remember. But so splendid was the
invitation-card, all written in gold, that they were induced to
accept; besides, their cousin had been specializing in good food
for a long time, and his tables had a high reputation even in that
time and country when food was still what it ought to be and
abundant enough for all folk to practise on.
Everyone expected a pleasant feast; though they rather dreaded
the after-dinner speech of their host. He was liable to drag in bits
of what he called poetry, and even to allude, after a glass or two, to
the absurd adventures he said he had had long ago during his
ridiculous vanishment. They had a eery pleasant feast: indeed an
engrossing entertainment. The purchase of provisions fell almost
to zero throughout the whole shire during the ensuing week; but
as Mr Baggins' catering had emptied all the stores, cellars and
warehouses for miles around, that did not matter. Then came the
speech. Most of the assembled hobbits were now in a tolerant
mood, and their former fears were forgotten. They were prepared
to listen to anything, and to cheer at every full stop. But they were
not prepared to be startled. But they were - completely and
unprecedentedly startled; some even had indigestion.
'My dear people,' began Mr Baggins. 'Hear, hear!' they replied
in chorus. 'My dear Bagginses,' he went on, standing now on his
chair, so that the light of the lanterns that illuminated the enor-
mous pavilion flashed upon the gold buttons of his embroidered
waistcoat for all to see. 'And my dear Tooks, and Grubbs,
and Chubbs, and Burroweses, and Boffinses, and Proudfoots.'(2)
'Proudfeet' shouted an elderly hobbit from the back. His name of
course was Proudfoot, and merited; his feet were large, exception-
ally furry, and both were on the table. 'Also my dear Sackville-
Bagginses that I welcome back at last to Bag-end,' Bilbo con-
tinued. 'Today is my seventieth birthday.' 'Hurray hurray and
many happy returns! ' they shouted. That was the sort of stuff they
liked: short, obvious, uncontroversial.
'I hope you are all enjoying yourselves as much as I am.'
Deafening cheers, cries of yes (and no), and noises of trumpets
and whistles. There were a great many junior hobbits present, as
hobbits were indulgent to their children, especially if there was a
chance of an extra meal. Hundreds of musical crackers had been
pulled. Most of them were labelled 'Made in Dale'. What that
meant only Bilbo and a few of his Took-nephews knew; but they
were very marvellous crackers. 'I have called you all together,'
Bilbo went on when the last cheer died away, and something in his
voice made a few of the Tooks prick up their ears. 'First of all to
tell you that I am immensely fond of you, and that seventy years is
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