Mart turned up for Dan’s vocabulary lesson just as Dan was settling down to tackle the rust on last year’s traps with naval jelly and steel wool. “Would you care for some assistance?” the younger boy said, not waiting for an answer. He shed his jacket and put on one of the heavy canvas aprons before settling down beside Dan.
“It's not your job to clean these,” Dan mumbled, as he passed over one of the traps. “Maypenny won't pay you.”
“I'll benefit in myriad fashion regardless,” Mart said. “The longer I’m with you, the longerTrixie has to babysit.”