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went out。 A great smoke went up。 It shaped itself like a mountain seen in the distance； and began to glow at the summit。 It spouted green and scarlet flames。 Out flew a redgolden dragon 。 not lifesize； but terribly lifelike： fire came from his jaws； his eyes glared down； there was a roar； and he whizzed three times over the heads of the crowd。 They all ducked； and many fell flat on their faces。 The dragon passed like an express train； turned a somersault； and burst over Bywater with a deafening explosion。
'That is the signal for supper！' said Bilbo。 The pain and alarm vanished at once； and the prostrate hobbits leaped to their feet。 There was a splendid supper for everyone； for everyone； that is； except those invited to the special family dinnerparty。 This was held in the great pavilion with the tree。 The invitations were limited to twelve dozen （a number also called by the hobbits one Gross； though the word was not considered proper to use of people）； and the guests were selected from all the families to which Bilbo and Frodo were related； with the addition of a few special unrelated friends （such as Gandalf）。 Many young hobbits were included； and present by parental permission； for hobbits were easygoing with their children in the matter of sitting up late； especially when there was a chance of getting them a free meal。 Bringing up young hobbits took a lot of provender。
There were many Bagginses and Boffins； and also many Tooks and Brandybucks； there were various Grubbs （relations of Bilbo Baggins' grandmother）； and various Chubbs （connexions of his Took grandfather）； and a selection of Burrowses； Bolgers； Bracegirdles； Brockhouses； Goodbodies； Hornblowers and Proudfoots。 Some of these were only very distantly connected with Bilbo； and some of them had hardly ever been in Hobbiton before； as they lived in remote corners of the Shire。 The SackvilleBagginses were not fotten。 Otho and his wife Lobelia were present。 They disliked Bilbo and detested Frodo； but so magnificent was the invitation card； written in golden ink； that they had felt it was impossible to refuse。 Besides； their cousin； Bilbo； had been specializing in food for many years and his table had a high reputation。
All the one hundred and fortyfour guests expected a pleasant feast； though they rather dreaded the afterdinner speech of their host （an inevitable item）。 He was liable to drag in bits of what he called poetry； and sometimes； after a glass or two； would allude to the absurd adventures of his mysterious journey。 The guests were not disappointed： they had a very pleasant feast； in fact an engrossing entertainment： rich； abundant； varied； and prolonged。 The purchase of provisions fell almost to nothing throughout the district in the ensuing weeks； but as Bilbo's catering had depleted the stocks of most stores； cellars and warehouses for miles around； that did not matter much。
After the feast （more or less） came the Speech。 Most of the pany were； however； now in a tolerant mood； at that delightful stage which they called 'filling up the corners'。 They were sipping their favourite drinks； and nibbling at their favourite dainties； and their fears were fotten。 They were prepared to listen to anything； and to cheer at every full stop。
My dear People； began Bilbo； rising in his place。 'Hear！ Hear！ Hear！' they shouted； and kept on repeating it in chorus； seeming reluctant to follow their own advice。 Bilbo left his place and went and stood on a chair under the illuminated tree。 The light of the lanterns fell on his beaming face； the golden buttons shone on his embroidered silk waistcoat。 They could all see him standing； waving one hand in the air； the other was in his trouserpocket。
My dear Bagginses and Boffins； he began again； and my dear Tooks and Brandybucks； and Grubbs； and Chubbs； and Burrowses； and Hornblowers； and Bolgers； Bracegirdles； Goodbodies； Brockhouses and Proudfoots。 'ProudFEET！' shouted an elderly hobbit from the back of the pavilion。 His name； of course； was Proudfoot； and well merited； his feet were large； exceptionally furry； and both were on the table。
Proudfoots； repeated Bilbo。 Also my good SackvilleBagginses that I wele back at last to Bag End。 Today is my one hundred and eleventh birthday： I am eleventyone today！ 'Hurray！ Hurray！ Many Happy Returns！' they shouted； and they hammered joyously on the tables。 Bilbo was doing splendidly。 This was the sort of stuff they liked： short and obvious。
I hope you are all enjoying yourselves as much as I am。 Deafening cheers。 Cries of Yes （and No）。 Noises of trumpets and horns； pipes and flutes； and other musical instruments。 There were； as has been said； many young hobbits present。 Hundreds of musical crackers had been pulled。 Most of them bore the mark DALE on them； which did not convey much to most of the hobbits； but they all agreed they were marvellous crackers。 They contained instruments； small； but of perfect make and enchanting tones。 Indeed； in one corner some of the young Tooks and Brandybucks； supposing Uncle Bilbo to have finished （since he had plainly said all that was necessary）； now got up an impromptu orchestra； and began a merry dancetune。 Master Everard Took and Miss Melilot Brandybuck got on a table and with bells in their hands began to dance the Springlering： a pretty dance； but rather vigorous。
But Bilbo had not finished。 Seizing a horn from a youngster near by； he blew three loud hoots。 The noise subsided。 I shall not keep you long； he cried。 Cheers from all the assembly。 I have called you all together for a Purpose。 Something in the way that he said this made an impression。 There was almost silence； and one or two of the Tooks pricked up their ears。
Indeed； for Three Purposes！ First of all； to tell you that I am immensely fond of you all； and that eleventyone years is too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits。 Tremendous outburst of approval。
I don't know half of you half as well as I should like； and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve。 This was unexpected and rather difficult。 There was some scattered clapping； but most of them were trying to work it out and see if it came to a pliment。
Secondly； to celebrate my birthday。 Cheers again。 I should say： OUR birthday。 For it is； of course； also the birthday of my heir and nephew； Frodo。 He es of age and into his inheritance today。 Some perfunctory clapping by the elders； and some loud shouts of 'Frodo！ Frodo！ Jolly old Frodo；' from the juniors。 The SackvilleBagginses scowled； and wondered what was meant by 'ing into his inheritance'。 Together we score one hundred and fortyfour。 Your numbers were chosen to fit this remarkable total： One Gross； if I may use the expression。 No cheers。 This was ridiculous。 Many of his guests； and especially the SackvilleBagginses； were insulted； feeling sure they had only been asked to fill up the required number； like goods in a package。 'One Gross； indeed！ Vulgar expression。'
It is also； if I may be allowed to refer to ancient history； the anniversary of my arrival by barrel at Esgaroth on the Long Lake； though the fact that it was my birthday slipped my memory on that occasion。 I was only fiftyone then； and birthdays did not seem so important。 The banquet was very splendid； however； though I had a bad cold at the time； I remember； and could only say 'thag you very buch'。 I now repeat it more correctly： Thank you very much for ing to my little party。 Obstinate silence。 They all feared that a song or some poetry was now imminent； and they were getting bored。 Why couldn't he stop talking and let them drink his health？ But Bilbo did not sing or recite。 He paused for a moment。
Thirdly and finally； he said； I wish to make an ANNOUNCEMENT。 He spoke this last word so loudly and suddenly that everyone sat up who still could。 I regret to announce that； though； as I said； eleventyone years is far too short a time to spend among you； this is the END。 I am going。 I am leaving NOW。 GOODBYE！
He stepped down and vanished。 There was a blinding flash of light； and the guests all blinked。 When they opened their eyes Bilbo was nowhere to be seen。 One hundred and fortyfour flabbergasted hobbits sat back speechless。 Old Odo Proudfoot removed his feet from the table and stamped。 Then there was a dead silence； until suddenly； after several deep breaths； every Baggins； Boffin； Took； Brandybuck； Grubb； Chubb； Burrows； Bolger； Bracegirdle； Brockhouse； Goodbody； Hornblower； and Proudfoot began to talk at once。
It was generally agreed that the joke was in very bad taste； and more food and drink were needed to cure the guests of shock and annoyance。 'He's mad。 I always said so；' was probably the most popular ment。 Even the Tooks （with a few exceptions） thought Bilbo's behaviour was absurd。 For the moment most of them took it for granted that his disappearance was nothing more than a ridiculous prank。
But old Rory Brandybuck was not so sure。 Neither age nor an enormous dinner had clouded his wits； and he said to his daughterinlaw； Esmeralda： 'There's something fishy in this； my dear！ I believe that mad Baggins is off again。 Silly old fool。 But why worry？ He hasn't taken the vittles with him。' He called loudly to Frodo to send the wine round again。