"Listen! This is the way you get at it," said Skippy, walking up and down in ponderous concentration but pausing from time to time to dip into the cheese. "You begin by looking at it from the point of view of the mosquito. A mosquito has got nerves, hasn't he, just like a horse or a cat or a bullfrog?"
"Sure he has."
"What frightens a mosquito most?"
"Is it a joke?" said Snorky thoughtfully.
"Green—"
"I apologize," said Snorky hastily, and he brought out a bottle of sarsaparilla.
"A horse shies at a bit of paper; a sneeze will scare a cat, won't it? Well, then, what will scare a mosquito—it's all there!"
"Well, what will scare a mosquito?" said Snorky, wide-eyed.
"That is the field of investigation," said Skippy in a melancholy voice.
"But you said Mosquito-Proof Socks!"