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"Then I'm sorry for it; awhich, he drew the scroll fro, upon the anvil "You ishful to speak wi' me, I

think?" he inquired

"Yes," I answered

"Ah!"'nodded the sthe time very cleverly with his

ponderous hand-haan, a little put out at this, "if you will listen to

what I have to say" But he only ha the louder; and, though it sounded ill enough

at the ti I came to knoell later, the words

of which are these: "Strike! ding! ding!

Strike! ding! ding!

The iron glows,

And loveth good blows

As fire doth bellows

Strike! ding! ding!"

Now seeing he was deterive me no chance to speak, I

presently seated h, the only thing I could recall, on the , and that but very ih Thus we fell to it with a will, the

different notes clashing, and filling the air with a ether, so!

A tinker I alows,

A tinker I'll live

And loveth good blows,

And a tinker I'll die

As fire doth bellows

If the King in his crown

Strike! ding! ding!

Would change places with !" And so forth