"For a green-horn, you know."
"Oh, yes, I know."
Jack began where Bertie left off, and he worked so skilfully that in a few minutes legs and arms were free, and the warm jacket was turned and pulled over the animal's head.
"He isn't quite so much of a beauty, come to peel him," said Jack.
"He is frightful!" declared Amy. "What a net-work of blue veins! They make me shudder."
"He looks like a map, with rivers running all over him," said Charley.
"And how he shines. Ugh!"
Bertie held up the empty skin.
"He is as much beholden to dress as anybody that ever I saw, and he wears the best of cloth too. Custom made, and no danger of a misfit. None of your slop work about that garment!"
"I hope you don't call that a garment," said Amy.