My dear Bagginses and Greenholms, and my dear Tooks and Shortbrushes, and Briarpatches, and Shrewthwackers, and Burrowses, and Hornblowers, and Greenhands, Furryfaces, Harrybellies, Woodyends, and Furryfoots...
"FurryFeet!"
Furryfeet. Also my good Sackville-Bagginses, *looks at notes* Proudfeet, Twofeet, and Rivers.
I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I trust seventy-eight percent of you half as well as you deserve.
Both of which is more than sad. And worse, four among the eighteen of you would indeed deserve even much more of my distrust!
And we shall see who those will turn out to be...
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