"Hooray!" shouted Jimmy.
"Besht yet!" Bang! Bang! He was off.

"ird ish on the wing," he chanted, and his feet flew.

"Come fill the cup, and in the firesh of spring--Firesh of Spring, Bird ish on the Wing!" Between the music of the milk pail, the brogue of the panted verses, and the grace of Jimmy's flying feet, the Thread Man was almost prostrate.

It suddenly came to him that here might be a chance to have a great time.
"More!" gasped Jimmy.

"Me some more!" The Thread Man wiped his eyes.
"Wether the cup with sweet or bitter run, The wine of life keeps oozing drop by drop, The leaves of life keep falling one by one." Away went Jimmy.
"Swate or bitter run, Laves of life kape falling one by one." Bang! Bang! sounded a new improvision on the sadly battered pail, and to a new step Jimmy flashed back and forth the length of the saloon.