 Why will the group be out of the mouse business by the fall?
They manufacture simple compositions like polishing waxes and sell them from door-to-door. Some groups have built up tidy little bank accounts which are available for later educational expenses." Marjorie put back her head and laughed, and I was forced to join her, for we both recognize that my understanding and "feel" for commercial matters—if I may use that expression—is almost nonexistent. Back in the old Ridgeville, fifty-odd miles to the south, we had our home almost paid for, when the accident occurred. When Ridgeville moved to its present site, so, of course, did we, which meant starting mortgage payments all over again. This was to be our headquarters and factory for the summer—a roomy unused barn belonging to the parents of one of the group members, Tommy Miller. My job here is only to advise, and I'm going to do that as little as possible. You're going to decide what to do, and if it's safe and legal and possible to do with the starting capital we have, I'll go along with it and help in any way I can. Mary McCready was a big husky redhead of twelve, with a face full of freckles and an infectious laugh, and Tommy Miller, a few months younger, was just an average, extroverted, well adjusted youngster, noisy and restless, tee-shirted and butch-barbered. "Mice," I echoed, then sat back and thought about it. Healthy mice of the right strain," I explained to Tommy, "might be sold to laboratories. "Well, now," I admitted, "the market for red mice might be rather limited. The parents had agreed to underwrite lunches at the barn and Betty Miller philosophically assumed the role of commissary officer. I'd forgotten all about organization, and that, according to all the articles I had perused, is most important to such groups. It's standard practice for every member of the group to be a company officer. Peter Cope waved it off by remarking that they'd each do what came naturally. On the other hand, they pondered at some length about a name for the organization, without reaching any conclusions, so we returned to the problem of what to make. It was Mary, finally, who advanced the thought of kites. Four of them were at the barn when I arrived next morning; or rather on the rise of ground just beyond it, and the kite hung motionless and almost out of sight in the pale sky.
 The mice are breeding so fast, they will not be a novelty much longer.
 They are selling the mice to the Commission.  When the cold weather comes in the fall, the mice won't survive in the cold barn.  Tommy refused to sell the mice.  The mice are breeding so fast, they will not be a novelty much longer.