"Jimmieboy" has added two years to his age since his adventures with the Tiddledywinks, and is consequently a much brighter boy than he was at that time. His adventures in the camp of the Tin Soldiers are most amusing, and the book promises to be a very general favorite with thelittle people.
hment, and he could not see why a tin soldier should not be punished for doing what a small boy of right feelings would disdain to do.
After he had made up his mind that his companions were really of tin, he became a bit fearful as to his own make-up, and the question that he now asked himself was, "Am I tin, too, or what?" He was not long in answering this question to his own satisfaction, for after bending his little fingers to and fro a dozen or more times, he was relieved to discover that he had not changed. The fingers did not snap off, as he had feared they might, and he was glad.
Barely had Jimmieboy satisfied himself on this point when a handsomely dressed soldier, on a blue lead horse, came galloping up, and cried out so loud that his voice echoed through the tall trees of the forest:
"Is General Jimmieboy here?"
"Jimmieboy is here," answered the little fellow. "I'm Jimmieboy, but I am no general."
"But you have on a general's uniform," said the soldier.