At which Jimmieboy opened the door and looked in, and then he saw whence the whispering had come, and to say that he was surprised at what he saw is a too mild way of putting it. He was so astonished that he lost all control over his joints, and the first thing he knew he was sitting on the floor. The spectacle had, in fact, knocked him over, as well it might, for there, walking up and down the floor, swarming over chairs and tables, playing pranks with each other, and acting in a generally strange fashion, were the fire-works themselves. It was interesting, and at the same time alarming, for one or two reckless sky-rockets were smoking, a lot of foolish little fire-crackers were playing with matches in one corner, and a number of the great big cannon torpedoes were balancing themselves on the arms of the gas-fixture, utterly heedless of the fact that if they were to fall to the floor they would explode and be done for forever. "Hullo, Jimmieboy!" said one of the larger rockets, taking off his funny little cap at the astonished youngster. "I suppose you've come down to see us rehearse?" "I thought somebody was stealing you, and I came down to frighten them away," Jimmieboy replied. The Rocket laughed. "Nobody can steal us," it said. "If anybody came to steal us, we'd cry, and get so soaked with tears nobody could get us to go off, so what good would we be?" "Not much, I guess," said Jimmieboy. "That's the answer," returned the Rocket. "You seem to be good at riddles. Let me give you another. What's the difference between a man who steals a whole wig and a fire-cracker?" "I am sure I don't know," said Jimmieboy, still too full of wonderment to think out an answer to a riddle like that. "Why, one goes off with a whole head of hair," said the Rocket, "and the other goes off only with a bang." "That's good," said Jimmieboy. "Make it up yourself?" "No," said the Rocket. "I got that out of the magazine." "What magazine?" asked Jimmieboy, innocently. "The powder-magazine," roared the Rocket, and then the Pin Wheel and other fire-works danced about, and threw themselves on the floor with laughter--all except the Torpedoes, which jumped up and down on a soft plush chair, where they were safe. When the laughter over the Rocket's wit had subsided, one of the Roman Candles called to the Giant Cracker, and asked him to sing a song for Jimmieboy. "I can't sing to-night," said the Cracker. "I'm very busy making ready my report for to-morrow." [Illustration: THE GIANT CRACKER SINGING HIS SONG.] Here the Cracker winked at Jimmieboy, as much as to say, "How is that for a joke?" Whereat Jimmieboy winked back to show that he thought it wasn't bad; which so pleased the Cracker that he said he guessed, after all, he would sing his song if the little Crackers would stop playing until he got through. The little Crackers promised, and the Giant Cracker sang this song: "THE GIANT CRACKER AND THE MANDARIN'S DAUGHTER.