"Foxes have holes,' Uncle Abner," said Daisy, " 'and the birds of the air have nests, but the son of man hath not where to lay his head.' Why should we worry when we have such a bully place as this tent?" "Ish ka bibble," said the Reverend Frank. "Well," said I, "about the time the mosquitoes begin to come out of the marsh, you'll begin to bibble."