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

Autor: Miles Franklin