"Hush!" said Skippy, alarmed at the outbreak.
"Citronella!" said Snorky in a whisper.
"You see? Mosquito-Proof Socks is the idea—and there must be fifty ways of working it out."
"Cheese it!" said Snorky, dousing the light at a sound in the hall.
At a point somewhere between the witching hour and the dawn Snorky said in a tentative whisper:
"Hey there, Skippy! Are you awake?"
"What is it?"
"Gosh! Skippy, I can't sleep. It's just steaming around in my brain!"
"M. P. S.?"