Skippy, satisfied at the staggering effect produced, stood with a smile waiting for the full result.
"But, Skippy, is it—possible?" said Snorky faintly when he had brought his lower jaw back under control.
"That's not the way to look at it," said Skippy impatiently. "Is the idea A No. 1, or is it not?"
"The idea? My aunt's cat's pants—the idea!" said Snorky all in a breath, "Mosquito-Proof Socks! Why, it's—it's—it's—" But here Snorky stopped, nonplussed, having exhausted his supply of adjectives on the Foot Regulator.
"It is!" said Skippy firmly.
"But won't they be too heavy?"
"What the deuce—"
"Why, they'd have to be regular bullet-proof, wouldn't they?"
"Say! What do you think I'm talking about—Tin Socks?"
"Why, I thought—"