"No; it is a trifle smaller," replied the wizard. "That's my scheme. You keep putting on coats that are smaller than the one you have just taken off. You stay in them until they fit you comfortably, and finally when you get the last one on you will be small enough to get into the drawer." "That's a fine plan," said Jimmieboy. Then he went through the process of changing coats, each new coat being a little smaller than the other, until he had tried on at least fifty of them, when for the first time since he began he caught sight of himself in the glass. "My!" he cried, in pleased astonishment. "I'm hardly any bigger than you are." "That's so," replied the little old man. "One more coat, and we can get you into the drawer." [Illustration: JIMMIEBOY PUTS ON THE LAST COAT.] Jimmieboy put on the last coat. A little bit of a thing it was, hardly larger than a doll's overcoat, and, if the truth be told, awfully tight; but, as with all the others, it soon became as comfortable as any coat he had ever worn, and then, looking at himself in the glass once more, Jimmieboy observed that he was actually no larger than Thumbhi. "It didn't hurt much, did it?" asked Thumbhi. "Not a bit," said Jimmieboy. "It was as easy and pleasant as could be." "That's the great thing about my tricks," said the wizard. "They never hurt anybody. It would be a good thing if all tricks were that way. Tricks that hurt people are mean, and I don't have anything to do with them, and if you will take my advice you won't either." "I'll take anything you'll give me," said Jimmieboy. The old wizard laughed heartily at this. "Most boys would," said he, "but you are the first one I ever met who was willing to take advice. The boys I've known have all been like little Sammy. Ever hear about little Sammy?" "No," answered Jimmieboy. "What did he do?" "Why," said the wizard, "Sammy is the boy the poet wrote about, saying: "Sammy was a pretty boy, Sammy was his mother's joy. Sammy'd take A piece of cake, Sammy'd always take a toy. "Sammy'd take a top to spin. Pie with fruit and raisins in. Sammy'd take A piece of steak, Sammy'd take his medicine. "Sammy'd take a bowl of rice, Sammy'd take a bit of spice. Sammy'd take A garden rake, But he would not take advice." Here the wizard stopped. "Is that all?" asked Jimmieboy. "Certainly," answered Thumbhi. "What more do you want?" "Didn't anything happen to Sammy?" queried Jimmieboy. The wizard was about to say no, but then he suddenly remembered that something always does happen to boys that refuse to take advice, so he said: "The poet never told us about that, but I think it probable that something did happen to Sammy. Very likely he went out skating on a mill-pond one summer day in spite of his father's warning, and got his feet so wet that he caught cold, and had to stay in bed while all the other boys went off on a picnic."