““When an emergency arose that necessiated Uncle Jay-Jay to shoe a horse himself, I always manipulated the bellows. He was always so exacting that I did it with great decorum, fearing his displeasure. This case was different. I worked the pole with such energy that it nearly blew the fire out of the pan, and sent ashes and sparks in a whirlwind around Harold. “That the way to blow?” I asked demurely. “Take things a little easier,” He replied. I took them so easily that the fire was on its last gasp and the shoe was almost cold when required. “This won’t do,” Said Harry. I recommenced with such force that he had to retreat. “Steady! Steady!” He shouted. “Sure, O’i can’t plaze yez anyhows,” I replied””
