The Plumber's Vision IT WAS raining outside. The only reason that it did not rain inside was that the janitor had closed the roof the evening before. That is, the evening before that of which I speak, that is, I mean, what I mean is, I mean, you know what I mean, what? If you don't believe me try it over on your saxophone. Well, my dears, it kept on raining in spite of what I've just said which is no doubt astounding and also amazing to the untutored intelligence. But nevertheless, it still rained. As it rained, Nikolas Michaelovitch rested near the surface of a chair in his luxurious home, modern except for gas. His lips were moving, and he spoke as in a reverie: "Everybody, with the exception of all, should and have been- any, any, any." Cursing gently, he rose and sighed. This was manifestly one of his usual sized sighs. His sighs were usually that size but often and frequently the size was irregular. That is some sighs were some size and other sighs were of other size. This happens quite often tho', as Winks said as he went to sleep. Then, as he sighed, Nikolas Michaelovitch, the Black Goop of the Samovar, left the room where it lay. The clock ticked dismally and the time fugitted as per the usual. A sound was heard without and Nikolas entered front foremost. "Curses, the watch dog has eaten the gas meter." Estinguishing the cuspidor, he fed the alarm clock and wrapped the bed about him, going to sleep. Who knows? BY NAWTHOR. Book Five ACORN SOUVENIR Jests