"I'll have to take the wire and follow it along until I come to the book it is attached to," said the Imp, stopping the current and loosening the wire. "If the library is out of order it's going to be a very serious matter getting it all right again, because we have all the books in the world here, and that's a good many, you know—more'n a hundred by several millions. Ah! Here is the book this wire worked. Now let's see what was the matter."
In a moment the whole room rang with the Imp's laughter.
"NO WONDER IT WOULDN'T SAY ANYTHING," HE CRIED.
"No wonder it wouldn't say anything," he cried. "What do you suppose the book was?"
"I don't know," said Jimmieboy. "What?"
"An old copy-book with nothing in it. That's pretty good!"
At this moment the telephone bell rang, and the Imp had to go see what was wanted.
"Excuse me for a moment, Jimmieboy," he said, as he started to leave the room. "I've got to send a message for somebody. I'll turn on one of the picture-books, so that while I am gone you will have something to look at."