"We had better commence operations, if we expect to get through before school time," said Bertie. "That is, if Grandma has looked at him long enough. Have you, Grandma?"
"Bless the child!" said Grandma, who had endured the creature simply to please her darlings. "Never mind staying longer on my account. But drop in as you go to school, and get your luncheon."
"Tarts?" queried Bertie.
But Grandma smiled and closed the window, to shut out, if possible, the stifling odor of musk.
"I almost wish I had taken up with Jack's offer," Bertie said to Charley, as they carried the musk-rat home.
"What was that?"
"He wanted to skin the fellow for me."
"I can boss that job," said Charley.
"And so can I?"