"Say, Neal!" exclaimed Cyrus, his eyes keenly bright as he looked at the toy standards, "wouldn't this sort of thing delight our friend Doc? By the way, that reminds me, I have a package for you from him, and a message from Herb Heal too. Herb wants to know 'when those gamy Britishers are coming out to hunt moose again? And Doc has sent you a little bundle of beaver-clippings.