This answer did not satisfy Snorky Green's thirst for information, so he said encouragingly:
"It's a great idea. You must."
"Heard of Luther Burbank and what he does with plants?"
"Sure, that was in last week's lecture. Seedless fruit and all that sort of thing."
"Snorky," said Skippy meditatively, "who knows but some day a scientist will cross the mosquito with a butterfly?"
"What good'll that do?"
"It would take the sting out of the mosquito, wouldn't it?"
"Suppose it put it into the butterfly."
"If you're going to be facetious—" said Skippy, who, being sufficiently fed, rose with dignity, glad of the opportunity to postpone the discussion to another appetizing sitting.
For a week Snorky Green, greatly impressed by the concentrated moodiness of his chum's attitude, artfully fed him with pancakes, éclairs, Turkish paste, and late at night tempted him with deviled chicken and saltines to be washed down with ginger pop and root beer.