Bikey the Skicycle and Other Tales of Jimmieboy

el, but the method of conducting it and the singular things that were to be found in it made Jimmieboy's brief stay there an experi

he roof, upon which guests could either walk or ride, an electric bicycle built for two being provided for

nd for a decoration of the ceiling there were automatic frescoes presenting a constantly moving bicycle scene. For instance, instead of a series of groups of rosebuds and cupids, there were about a hundred little plaster wheelmen racing about the edge of the ceiling, and every once in a while one of these would take a header, flying immediately back to his saddle agai

e landlord, with a grin, as Jimmieboy gazed

, delightedly. "I wish I could hav

tired of it. It wouldn't take long for a

en it comes to things like that, boys are much stronger than men. I've known a boy of five to stand banging on a drum for seven hours, when his father coul

ittle plaster wheelmen jumped off and threw themselves down upon the soft grassy borders of the painted roadside and

heeling, and there's nobody to look after the children, they bring them here and leave them with me, and they're as good as pie as long as that ceiling goes. That's anothe

rior sort of way. "I think that if I were a c

at Jimmieboy with

at does he think he is, a telegraph pole? H

s a little old for his age, you

lord. Then he turned to J

accompany me up stairs

'm pretty hungry, and a pantry is jus

s, the party was soon transferred to the landing above. The landlord, after assisting Jimmieboy to dismount, wal

ppeared through the door. "I h

imly lighted, but on the shelves, that rose one above another from floor to ceiling, all sorts of curious

andlord. "An air cake or a piec

f both," sa

tta percha gum?" su

I don't know what an air cake or a pneumatic minc

t they're the best things for the digestion you ever saw, and they last forever. If people could only tr

understand,"

in a jiffy," returned the landlord. "One pie

in the house it won't,"

of those pies he would cease to be a real live boy. You see this pie is made of

ce pie," said Jimmiebo

landlord. "I guess I've got a

t in Bikey, who was no better pleased with

ll for several dollars. Now, with my pie it's different. You can't eat it, and therefore you can't get indigestion, and you don't have to send for a doctor. Wherefore, as I said, it saves docto

ence?" asked Jimmieboy,

pie is fresher, that's

iscuits are of the sa

're fond of vanilla, or strawberry, or any other flavor, I

e top shelf?" asked Jimmiebo

rubber steaks and chickens-in fact, all kinds of pneumatic food. You have no idea how well they last, and how good they

y real good food h

sk more real than those rubber viands? You could drop a railway engine

ive on air!" pro

ifested in his countenance. "If you will come up to the hospital now, sir," he added, addressing Bikey, "I'll se

f 'em," said Jimmieboy. "What on earth can you

orted the landlord sadly, as he locked the door behind

e care of horses there, but as yet nobody has invented a word like bikepital, and so I do not use i

e hospital, and if the pantry wa