"I did. Suppose a harsh sound annoys a mosquito; all you've got to do is to suspend a tiny rusty bell—"
"I don't like that," said Snorky instantly.
"Why not?"
"It doesn't sound modest—"
"That is probably not the way," said Skippy, dismissing this objection with a wave of his hand. "I'm thorough, that's all. Supposing there are certain colors that scare him or make him seasick—red and purple or yellow and violet."
"By jingo! Now you're talking."
"Suppose the mosquito has some deadly enemy. Then all you've got to do is to work his picture into the design of the socks."
"Holy cats!"
"Supposin' it's just the sense of smell you get him by—"
"Citronella!" fairly shouted Snorky.