Well, ne'er saw I such trouble as that arm gave me (and 't has ne'er been strong since). First 'twould not knit, and then when 't did 'twas all wrong, and had to be broken and set o'er again. But th' lass ne'er gave out once. Late and early, fair weather or foul, a was at th' forge; and a came to be known for as good a smith as there was in all Warwickshire. But, for that none had e'er heard tell o' a woman at such work, or for some other reason, they did come to call her, moreover, "The Farrier Lass o' Piping Pebworth." One day, as we sat i' th' door o' th' shop, a-resting, and talking together--after a way we had with us even when she was a little lass--there rides up a young gallant, all dressed out in velvet and galloon, and a feather in 's hat, and long curls hanging about his shoulders. Oh ay, a was bonny enough to look upon. So a draws rein at th' door. And saith he, "Art thou th' Farrier Lass o' Piping Pebworth?" saith he. Saith she, arising to her feet, and standing with crossed arms like any man--saith she, "Folks call me so," saith she. "But my name is Keren Lemon." "A sour name for so sweet a lass," saith th' gallant. "Would thou hadst sweetened that old jest with some new wit!" quoth she. "Thou art sharp o' tongue," saith he. "I shoe horses with my arms, not with my tongue," saith she. "As I live, a witty jade!" quoth he. "Thou dost much amuse me, maiden." "My wit was not fashioned any more for thy amusement than for the shoeing o' thy horse," quoth she. "So, if thou dost not purpose to have him shod, ride on!" saith she. Then saith he, to himself, as 'twere, "Verily," saith he, "they should call thee the _harrier_ lass, for thou hast run down and found my manners when that old hounds have failed." And to her he saith, "I do purpose to have my horse shod, maiden; and I cry thee pardon for having given thee offence." "It is easier to give offence than pardon," saith she. "Howbeit, thou art pardoned. Say no more." Whereupon she sets to work and, taking th' horse's foot atween her knees, falls to filing his hoof in such wise that I could not 'a' done better in her place, though the Queen should ask me to sup afterwards at St. James's. But the stranger could not hold his tongue; and when he saw her working th' bellows, and a-making of th' shoe, and th' way she swung th' great hammer, "By my troth," saith he, "I would I could paint thee as Sally Mander to give to th' Queen," saith he. Then saith my lass, "I know not of any wench called Sally Mander," saith she, a-burning of th' horse's hoof with th' hot shoe; "but if she consorts familiarly with such as be above her," so saith she, "methinks 'tis as well for both o' us that I know her not," saith she--every word o't just as I tell thee.