"I saw a bird--'twas reddish-brown-- One day while in a country town, Which sang, 'Oh, Johnny, Get Your Gun;' And when I told my little son, In tones of glee Said he, 'Dear me! I think that wren did Splen-did-ly!" "That's the best I can do with splendid," said Pixyweevil. "Well, it's all you can do now, anyhow," came a voice from the doorway, which Jimmieboy immediately recognized as the Imp's; "for Jimmieboy's mamma has just telephoned that she wants him to come home right away." "It was very nice, Mr. Pixyweevil," said Jimmieboy, as he rose to depart. "And I am very much obliged." "Thank you," returned Pixyweevil. "You are very polite, and exceedingly truthful. I believe myself that, as that 'Splendid' poem might say, if it had time, "I've truly ended Splen-did-ly." And then Jimmieboy and the Imp passed out of the library back through the music and cookery room. The Imp unlocked the door, and, fixing the wires, sent Jimmieboy sliding gleefully down to the back hall, whence he had originally entered the little telephone closet. [Illustration: "HULLO!" SAID HIS PAPA. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?"] "Hullo!" said his papa. "Where have you been?" "Having a good time," said Jimmieboy. "And what have you done with the key of my cigar-box?" "Oh, I forgot," said Jimmieboy. "I left it in the telephone door." "What a queer place to leave it," said his papa. "Let me have it, please, for I want to smoke." And Jimmieboy went to get it, and, sure enough, there it was in the little box, and it unlocked it, too; but when his father came to open the door and look inside, the Imp had disappeared. CAUGHT IN TOYTOWN _CAUGHT IN TOYTOWN_ It came about in this way. Jimmieboy had been just a wee bit naughty, and in consequence had to sit in the night nursery all alone by himself for a little while. Now, the night nursery was not an altogether attractive place for a small boy to sit in all by himself, because all the toys were kept in the day nursery, and beyond the bureau drawers there was absolutely nothing in the room which could keep a boy busy for more than five minutes. So it happened that at the end of ten minutes Jimmieboy was at his wits' ends to find out what he should do next. At the end of fifteen minutes he was about to announce to a waiting world outside that he'd make an effort to behave himself, and not tease his small brother any more, when his eye caught sight of a singular little crack in one corner of the room. It was the funniest looking crack he ever saw, as it went zigzagging on its way from floor to ceiling, and then, as he gazed at it it grew even queerer than ever, for it seemed to widen, and then what should appear at the bottom of it but a little iron gate!