Bell, book, and candle shall not drive me back When pewter tankard beckons to come on! They explained to him what they wanted him to do. “Have you got a grate in your house?” said Bevis. “A yarth,” said John, meaning an open hearth. “Burns wood.” “Can you make a hot fire--very hot on it?” “Rayther. Bellers.” By using the bellows. “What could we have for an anvil?” “Be you going a blacksmithing?” “Yes--what will do for an anvil?” “Iron quarter,” said John. “There’s an ould iron in the shed. Shall I take he whoam?” An iron quarter is a square iron weight weighing 28 pounds: it would make a useful anvil. It was agreed that he should do so, and they saw him put the old iron weight, rusty and long disused, up in the cart. “If you wants anybody to blow the bellers,” said he, “there’s our Loo-- she’ll blow for yer. Be you going to ride?” “No,” said Bevis; “we’ll go across the fields.” Away they went by the meadow foot-path, a shorter route to the little town, and reached it before John and his cart. At the ironmonger’s they examined a number of pipes, iron and brass tubes. The brass looked best, and tempted them, but on turning it round they fancied the join showed, and was not perfect, and of course that would not do. Nor did it look so strong as the iron, so they chose the iron, and bought five feet of a stout tube--the best in the shop--with a bore of 5-eighths; and afterwards a brass rod, which was to form the ramrod. Brass would not cause a spark in the barrel. John called for these in due course, and left them at his cottage. The old rogue had his quart, and the promise of a shilling, if the hearth answered for the blacksmithing. In the evening, Mark, well primed as to what he was to ask, casually looked in at the blacksmith’s down the hamlet. The blacksmith was not in the least surprised; they were both old frequenters; he was only surprised one or both had not been before. Mark pulled some of the tools about, lifted the sledge which stood upright, and had left it’s mark on the iron “scale” which lay on the ground an inch deep. Scale consists of minute particles which fly off red-hot iron when it is hammered--the sparks, in fact, which, when they go out, fall, and are found to be metal; like the meteors in the sky, the scale shooting from Vulcan’s anvil, which go out and drop on the earth. Mark lifted the sledge, put it down, twisted up the vice, and untwisted it, while Jonas, the smith, stood blowing the bellows with his left hand, and patting the fire on the forge with his little spud of a shovel. “Find anything you want,” he said presently. “I’ll take this,” said Mark. “There’s sixpence.” He had chosen a bit of iron rod, short, and thicker than their ramrod. Bevis had told him what to look for. “All right, sir--anything else?”