Arizona republican., 1907-12-24

fully. I haven't brought my teeth along with me for nothing" and with this he set himself actively to work and sawed an entrance in the front of the house which was plenty large enough to admit the whole party. The door thus provided, the builders all filed in and Jimmieboy. not wishing to lose any part of the novel experience. crept up softly and peeped in after them. They looked as cozy as could be sitting around inside there. and the small boy was very much interested to note the soft, pleasant light which il- luminated the room, streaming in. a little dimly. perhaps but still there. from the floor.
 That was great business using the moonbeams for beams." the Hammer was saying as Jimmieboy looked in. They give out such a nice golden light"
 Yes" said the Auger. But it's little too dim, isn't it? l think IL would be good plan if bored line of holes along the base of the walls where the moonbeams are, don't you? IL would look like a nice row of cleo tric lights with the beams shining through-and then we shan't need any windows at all"
 The idea was received with cheers of delight and the Auger. assisted by the Gimlet and the Awl, soon had the place all aglow-and then the chimes in the church steeple down the street began to toll out the hour of midnight. The tools started up on the first stroke of the hour and made for the doorway.
 Hurry up, boys." cried the Ruler. Christmas is over and if we aren't back in our chest before the last stroke of twelve we'll be lost. Quick"
 And such a scramble as there was. Hammer. Awl, Saw. Mallet and Jack Plane-everyone of the industrious workers. almost falling over each other in their mad race for safety, scrambled home at as lively rate as their little legs would permit. and when the last stroke of the hour sounded were stored safely away in their chest. and lying so still that any one not familiar with what they had been doing all the evening would have supposed they had been asleep for hours.
 The next morning Jimmieboy look ed out upon the lawn for sight of the little house. but it was nowhere to be seen. The drifting snows had covered the whole spot ten or twelve feet in depth. and later, when the thaw came and the snow disappeared the little house had disappeared with it. and what was more. the nur- ser, floor was back again where it belonged.
 Did you put that floor back?" ask ed Jimmieboy in a whisper to the Saw the next time he had him in hand. But the Saw said never a word-just seemed to smile pleasantly through his brilliantly shining teeth The fact is. don't believe that except un- der the magic spell of Christmas the tools in Jimmieboy's chest are ever able to speak a word. and even then they must be creatures of more than ordinary sharpness. h any event Jim mieboy has since taken a greater in terest '~ he ever took be- fore. takes the best of care of them and has fully resolved when the spring comes to get them to help him inbuilding a little house for himself.
 Which is one of the best things in the world to do with tools. if only you let the piano legs, and clothes posts. and nursery floors alone when you are looking about for materials to make the house of