He was accustomed to letting mosquitoes bite him, just for the fun of seeing their gray, scrawny bodies swell up and redden till they looked like rubies.
"Well, we'll hope there won't be any mosquitoes!" said Uncle Andy reassuringly.

"And if a yellow-jacket lights on your sock and starts to crawl up under the leg of your knickers, you won't stir ?" "N-no!" agreed the Child, with somewhat less confidence.

He had had such an experience before, and remembered it with a pang.

Then he remembered that he had enough string in his pockets to tie up both legs so securely that not the most enterprising of wasps could get under.
His confidence returned.

"No, Uncle Andy!" he repeated, with earnest resolution.
"Umph! We'll see," grunted Uncle Andy doubtfully, not guessing what the Child had in mind.