Bikey the Skicycle and Other Tales of Jimmieboy

eboy, in ecstasy. "Th

but if you mean great like me, who, though very, very small, am simply tremendous as a success, I agree with you. I like it

e how," sai

battery makes the electricity, I press the buttons, an

Jimmieboy. "You migh

ther way entirely, though I won't promise that either of us will understand the explanation. Let's see," he added, rising from his

he visitor, his face

ary button, and the Dictionary tells me wha

ed. In an instant there was a loud buzzing sound, and then

s my

her

Annie R

ng button. That's my Music-room button. It's right next the Dictionary button, and my

eboy once more heard the buzzing sound, f

ity a battery is a number of Leyden jars, usually arranged with their inner coatings connected, and t

ueried the Imp, with a smile, t

immieboy. "But I supp

xplanation of the explan

returned Jimmieboy. "But I don't see th

the Imp, touching another button.

rly cared for and not allowed to freeze up, it makes electricity, which is a sort of red-hot invisible fluid that pricks your hands when you touch it, and makes them feel as if they were asleep if you keep hold of it for

urned into a buzz again, a

rstand?" asked t

t a lot of big glass jars in which 'lectricity is made, jus

that could light up a room the way this is. It's a pretty wonderful thing, electricity is, but not particularly good eating, and sometimes I don't think it's as good for cooking as the good old-fashion

I haven't had any sperience with pie, you know. That and re

would you?" asked the Imp, his sympathies aroused by Ji

oy, with a gleeful smile. "I'd

d, and scratching his head as if perplexed for a mome

on that point. "It's made of custard. I know, because I eat it all up whe

d. "But there aren't custard-mines or custard-trees or custard-wells in the

utton in the left-hand u

ce. "Three-quarters of a pint of milk, two t

ything?" asked the Imp, pres

illa, strawberry, huckleberry, sarsaparill

! "Dear me!" he thought. "Wouldn't that be just

e enough for one cup of custard," said the squeaky v

g to the table and putting down

lcome," sa

p custards in two minutes," said t

" said Jimmieboy, as if he

rilla," said the Imp, walking to the

e table. In the same manner the milk, flavoring, and sugar were obtained; only when the Imp signalled for the milk the invisib

d mixing them all up together, "we'll pour this into that funnel over there, turn on the electricity, and get ou

ve to catch the custards in 'em a

ke of that. I had forgotten the cups. We'v

hem into the funnel he turned on the electric current, while Jimmieboy watched carefully for the resulting custards. In

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n breathless astonishment. "I wish

be using it all day and eating wha

is lips as he ate the soft creamy sw

hile? I've got a splendid library in the next room. It has everything in it that has ever been written, and a great many things that haven't. That's a great thing about this electric-button business. Nothing