"That's a fine plan," said Jimmieboy.
Then he went through the process of changing coats, each new coat being a little smaller than the other, until he had tried on at least fifty of them, when for the first time since he began he caught sight of himself in the glass.
"My!" he cried, in pleased astonishment. "I'm hardly any bigger than you are."
"That's so," replied the little old man. "One more coat, and we can get you into the drawer."
JIMMIEBOY PUTS ON THE LAST COAT.
Jimmieboy put on the last coat. A little bit of a thing it was, hardly larger than a doll's overcoat, and, if the truth be told, awfully tight; but, as with all the others, it soon became as comfortable as any coat he had ever worn, and then, looking at himself in the glass once more, Jimmieboy observed that he was actually no larger than Thumbhi.
"It didn't hurt much, did it?" asked Thumbhi.
"Not a bit," said Jimmieboy. "It was as easy and pleasant as could be."
"That's the great thing about my tricks," said the wizard. "They never hurt anybody. It would be a good thing if all tricks were that way. Tricks that hurt people are mean, and I don't have anything to do with them, and if you will take my advice you won't either."