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couldn’t stand the aggravating child, but she couldn’t
     help feeling envious. Oh, how Madeleine would love to walk arm in arm with Garrison. Simply thinking about it made the girl
     blush.
    Mrs. Wellington, Schmidty, and Macaroni were seated at the formal dining room table, which was covered in pink lace, dusty
     candelabras, and rose-patterned china. Three paintings of English bulldogs, Macaroni’s predecessors, hung from the mint green
     walls.
    “My apologies,” Madeleine said politely upon entering the dining room, “but we had a slight incident with Hyacinth.”
    Garrison led Hyacinth to the chair next to Theo and gently nudged her to take a seat, much to Theo’s displeasure.
    “Gee, Gary, you sure you don’t want to keep Hyhy next to you for lunch?”
    “No, that’s all right. I don’t want to be greedy.”
    Hyacinth immediately pulled her chair right next to Theo’s and smiled brightly. She then placed Celery on her shoulder and
     leaned toward the ferret. “Mad Mad?” Hyacinth called kindly across the table. “Celery wantedme to thank you for throwing us under the bus for being late to lunch.”
    “I’d be careful, or I may throw your ferret under an actual bus,” Lulu said with a glare as she took the seat across from
     Hyacinth.
    Hyacinth again leaned toward her ferret and listened. Without any warning she stood, grabbed her plate full of food, and smashed
     it on the floor.
    “Sandwich killer,” Theo whispered as he inched away.
    “How dare you?” Mrs. Wellington wailed. “That china is older than Schmidty!”
    “Celery made me do it,” Hyacinth offered meekly. “She thinks Lulu poisoned our food.”
    “Wow, that sounds a lot like a Theo story,” Lulu interjected.
    “In other words,” Garrison explained, “totally made up.”
    “Let the record show, I take offense at that,” Theo said indignantly.
    “What is this record you keep referring to?” Madeleine wondered aloud.
    “Hyacinth, you are a most insufferable child. Now sitdown,” Mrs. Wellington said with crimson lips. “I was already at my wits’ end with those annoying Knapps, leaving flyers for
     canine acupuncture in the letterbox. And now you’ve robbed me of owning a complete set of china. You are not to be trusted
     with any more dishes; you will simply have to eat off the tablecloth from now on.”
    “Hasn’t Mrs. Wellington suffered enough? She’s down to her last wig, and now she doesn’t have a complete set of china,” Theo
     murmured to Hyacinth.
    “Absolutely appalling behavior,” Madeleine seconded angrily.
    “Celery made me do it. It wasn’t my fault,” Hyacinth shamefacedly responded.
    “Now for Grace,” Mrs. Wellington said as she reached for the centerpiece. But to her shock and dismay, the shell of Grace
     the turtle was missing. In honor of her having once saved Schmidty’s life, all residents of Summerstone knocked on Grace’s
     shell three times before eating.
    “The burglar has taken Grace,” Mrs. Wellington mumbled as she stood up from the table.
    “I’ve lost my appetite,” Schmidty babbled withtear-filled eyes as he waddled out of the dining room after Mrs. Wellington.
    Without any regard for the emotional upheaval, Hyacinth began feeding Celery, who was perched on her shoulder. Rather surprisingly,
     the ferret easily ate off a fork and even closed her mouth while chewing.
    “If I ever develop an allergy, I am going to make Macaroni my food tester,” Theo said while watching the ferret chew delicately.
     “But I’m not going to let him sit on my shoulder.”
    “If I may inquire, how, precisely, did you train Celery to alert you to peanut products?” Madeleine asked sensibly.
    “Well, it turns out she’s deathly allergic to peanuts, so if she dies, I’ll know there’s peanuts in there.”
    “What kind of a pet owner are you?” Theo screamed. “Someone call PETA!”
    “It’s a dangerous job, but someone’s got to do it…”
    “Does Celery know she has this