and III.

had to be tried, and failed; there was trouble with the rats of the Experimental Farm, and there was trouble with the Skinners.

The only way to get Skinner to do anything he was told to do was to dismiss him.

Then he would nib his unshaven chin--he was always unshaven most miraculously and yet never bearded--with a flattened hand, and look at Mr.Bensington with one eye, and over him with the other, and say, "Oo, of courthe, Thir--if you're _theriouth_!" But at last success dawned.

And its herald was a letter in the long slender handwriting of Mr.Skinner.
"The new Brood are out," wrote Mr.Skinner, "and don't quite like the look of them.