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Mrs. Redpost parked the car at the Watergate Hotel. They walked across the parking lot and into the lobby.

“No! I don’t want to!” a boy shouted. He had red hair.

The boy’s mother was dragging him across the lobby.

“Come on!” she yelled.

The boy was crying.

“We’ll be rich,” said the mother.

“But I’m not Prince Robert!” the boy cried.

“Shut up, Arnold!” said his mother. “Someone might hear you.” She pulled him into the elevator.

Marvin and the Redposts got into the elevator too.

The woman looked at Marvin. “Who do you think you are?” she asked in a nasty voice.

Marvin was too afraid to answer.

“You are speaking to Prince Robert,” said Mrs. Redpost, sticking up for him.

Marvin smiled at his former mother. Mrs. Redpost patted his head.

“I’m not that stupid prince,” said the other boy. “I don’t even have red hair. My mother made me dye it.”

“Shut up, Arnold,” said the nasty woman.

They got off the elevator and walked to the suite at the end of the hall. The door was open.

Linzy laughed. “They’re all exactly like you, Marvin!”

Marvin entered the room. He had never seen so many red-haired boys in all his life.

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Number 812

A man in a white coat stepped out from behind a door. “Number seven sixty-seven,” he called.

A red-haired boy followed him back through the door.

“You sure you’ll be okay?” asked Mrs. Redpost.

Marvin nodded.

“Okay. Well be back in about an hour.” She kissed Marvin.

Marvin watched the Redposts leave. They were a nice family.

There was a line of red-haired boys going up to a desk. Marvin got on the end of the line.

“We were here first!” said the nasty woman from the elevator. She cut in line in front of Marvin, dragging her son with her.

Marvin let them in. It didn’t matter who was first. There was only one Prince Robert.

The man in the white coat came back out. “Seven sixty-eight,” he called.

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