"Why, he was doing you the most friendly turn he knew how.

No doubt there was a big mosquito just going to bite you, and that little chap there snapped it up in time to save you.

There are lots of folk beside bats that get themselves misunderstood just when they are trying hardest to do some good." "Oh, I see!" murmured the Child politely--which, of course, meant that he did not see at all what Uncle Andy was driving at.

"_Why_ do bats get themselves misunderstood, Uncle Andy ?" His uncle eyed him narrowly.

He was always suspecting the Child of making game of him--than which nothing could be further from the Child's honest and rather matter-of-fact intentions.