Jimmieboy sat up and peered over toward the spot whence the voice came, but could see nothing. "No. The hind wheels won't go through the chimney-pot, and even if they would, it wouldn't do any good. The front wheel is twice as big as the hind ones," said another voice, this one apparently belonging to some one on the roof. "Can't you get it in through the front door?" "What do you take me for--an expressman?" cried the voice at the fire-place. "I can't leave things that way. It wouldn't be the proper thing. Can't you get a smaller size through?" "Yes; but will it fit the boy?" said the voice on the roof. "Lower your lantern down here and we'll see. He's asleep over here in a brass bedstead," replied the other. And then Jimmieboy saw a great red lantern appear in the fire-place, and by its light he noticed a short, ruddy-faced, merry-eyed old gentleman, with a snowy beard and a smile, tip-toeing across the room toward him. To his delight he recognized him at once as Santa Claus; but he didn't know whether Santa Claus would like to have him see him or not, so he closed his eyes as tightly as he could, and pretended to be asleep. "Humph!" ejaculated Santa Claus, as he leaned over Jimmieboy's bed, and tried to get his measure by a glance. "He's almost a man--must be five years old by this time. Pretty big for a small velocipede; still, I don't know." Here he scratched his beard and sang: "If he's too large for it, I think, 'Twill be too small for him, Unless he can be got to shrink Two inches on each limb." Then he walked back to the fire-place and called out, "I've measured." "Well, what's the result?" queried the voice on the roof. "'Nothing,' as the boy said when he was asked what two plus one minus three amounted to. I can't decide. It will or it won't, and that's all there is about it." "Can't we try it on him?" asked the voice up the chimney. "No," returned Santa Claus. "That wouldn't prove anything; but we might try him on it. Shall I send him up?" "Yes," came the voice from above, much to Jimmieboy's delight, for he was quite curious to see what was going on up on the roof, and who it was that owned the other voice. In a moment Jimmieboy found himself in Santa Claus's arms, cuddled up to the warm fur coat the dear old gentleman wore, in which position he was carried up through the chimney flue to the roof. Then Jimmieboy peeped out between his half-opened eyelids, and saw, much to his surprise, that instead of there being only one Santa Claus, there were two of them. "Oh dear!" he said in astonishment; "I didn't know there were two of you." Both the Santas jumped as if some one had let off a cannon cracker under their very noses. "Well, I declare!" said the one that had carried Jimmieboy up through the chimney. "We're discovered. Here I've been in this business whole centuries, and I've never been discovered before."