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"
Poh
,
child
!
He
has
not
the
sort
of
ingenuity
to
invent
anything
better
than
a
Dutch
toy
,
"
answered
her
father
,
who
had
formerly
been
put
to
much
vexation
by
Owen
Warland
’
s
irregular
genius
.
"
A
plague
on
such
ingenuity
!
All
the
effect
that
ever
I
knew
of
it
was
to
spoil
the
accuracy
of
some
of
the
best
watches
in
my
shop
.
He
would
turn
the
sun
out
of
its
orbit
and
derange
the
whole
course
of
time
,
if
,
as
I
said
before
,
his
ingenuity
could
grasp
anything
bigger
than
a
child
’
s
toy
!
"
"
Hush
,
father
!
He
hears
you
!
"
whispered
Annie
,
pressing
the
old
man
’
s
arm
.
"
His
ears
are
as
delicate
as
his
feelings
;
and
you
know
how
easily
disturbed
they
are
.
Do
let
us
move
on
.
"
So
Peter
Hovenden
and
his
daughter
Annie
plodded
on
without
further
conversation
,
until
in
a
by
-
street
of
the
town
they
found
themselves
passing
the
open
door
of
a
blacksmith
’
s
shop
.
Within
was
seen
the
forge
,
now
blazing
up
and
illuminating
the
high
and
dusky
roof
,
and
now
confining
its
lustre
to
a
narrow
precinct
of
the
coal
-
strewn
floor
,
according
as
the
breath
of
the
bellows
was
puffed
forth
or
again
inhaled
into
its
vast
leathern
lungs
.
In
the
intervals
of
brightness
it
was
easy
to
distinguish
objects
in
remote
corners
of
the
shop
and
the
horseshoes
that
hung
upon
the
wall
;
in
the
momentary
gloom
the
fire
seemed
to
be
glimmering
amidst
the
vagueness
of
unenclosed
space
.
Moving
about
in
this
red
glare
and
alternate
dusk
was
the
figure
of
the
blacksmith
,
well
worthy
to
be
viewed
in
so
picturesque
an
aspect
of
light
and
shade
,
where
the
bright
blaze
struggled
with
the
black
night
,
as
if
each
would
have
snatched
his
comely
strength
from
the
other
.
Anon
he
drew
a
white
-
hot
bar
of
iron
from
the
coals
,
laid
it
on
the
anvil
,
uplifted
his
arm
of
might
,
and
was
soon
enveloped
in
the
myriads
of
sparks
which
the
strokes
of
his
hammer
scattered
into
the
surrounding
gloom
.
"
Now
,
that
is
a
pleasant
sight
,
"
said
the
old
watchmaker
.
"
I
know
what
it
is
to
work
in
gold
;
but
give
me
the
worker
in
iron
after
all
is
said
and
done
.
He
spends
his
labor
upon
a
reality
.
What
say
you
,
daughter
Annie
?
"
"
Pray
don
’
t
speak
so
loud
,
father
,
"
whispered
Annie
,
"
Robert
Danforth
will
hear
you
.
"
"
And
what
if
he
should
hear
me
?
"
said
Peter
Hovenden
.
"
I
say
again
,
it
is
a
good
and
a
wholesome
thing
to
depend
upon
main
strength
and
reality
,
and
to
earn
one
’
s
bread
with
the
bare
and
brawny
arm
of
a
blacksmith
.
A
watchmaker
gets
his
brain
puzzled
by
his
wheels
within
a
wheel
,
or
loses
his
health
or
the
nicety
of
his
eyesight
,
as
was
my
case
,
and
finds
himself
at
middle
age
,
or
a
little
after
,
past
labor
at
his
own
trade
and
fit
for
nothing
else
,
yet
too
poor
to
live
at
his
ease
.
So
I
say
once
again
,
give
me
main
strength
for
my
money
.
And
then
,
how
it
takes
the
nonsense
out
of
a
man
!
Did
you
ever
hear
of
a
blacksmith
being
such
a
fool
as
Owen
Warland
yonder
?
"
"
Well
said
,
uncle
Hovenden
!
"
shouted
Robert
Danforth
from
the
forge
,
in
a
full
,
deep
,
merry
voice
,
that
made
the
roof
re
-
echo
.
"
And
what
says
Miss
Annie
to
that
doctrine
?
She
,
I
suppose
,
will
think
it
a
genteeler
business
to
tinker
up
a
lady
’
s
watch
than
to
forge
a
horseshoe
or
make
a
gridiron
.
"
Annie
drew
her
father
onward
without
giving
him
time
for
reply
.
