Energetic Mr.
Jones took the key out of the door, shook his fist at the
child, went out, and locked the door behind him.
Jimmy, seeing no hope of eluding Sarah Jane's vigilance,
resorted to strategy and deceit.
"'Tain't no fun setting out here," he called to her, "so I
'm going in the house and take a nap."
She willingly consented, as she was through with her ironing
and thought to snatch a few winks of sleep herself.
The little boy slipped quietly through the house, noiselessly
across the back-yard and into his father's big garden, which
was separated from that of his neighbor by a high board-fence.
He quickly climbed the fence, flew across Miss Minerva's tomato
patch and tiptoed up her back steps to the back porch, his
little bare feet giving no sign of his presence. Hearing
curious noises coming from the bad-room, where Billy was
bumping the chair up and down in his efforts to release his
mouth, he made for that spot, promptly unlocked the door, and
walked in.
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