"Good-bye, boys!"
CHAPTER XIV.
AN ALARM OF FIRE.
Every day some one of us called to see Jimmy. He was well taken care of, and got along nicely. Jack-in-the-Box lent him books, and each day a fresh bouquet was sent in by Miss Glidden.
One day Monkey Roe called on him.
"Jimmy," said he, "you know all about poetry, I suppose."
"I know something about it," said Jimmy. "I have written considerable."
"And are you well enough yet to undertake an odd job in it?"
"Oh, yes," said Jimmy. "A fellow doesn't have to be very well to write poetry."