the blacksmith came in with a badly damaged foot. The doctor
was surprised, for Ferguson was a careful man. "What
happened to you, Paddy?" he asked. "Well, thirty-three
years ago I was a young apprentice with Twomey of Ballinanaspickbuidhe......"
"But about your foot.....?" "This is about
me foot. Twomey had a daughter and your eyes could gaze
on her like the way a bullock would eat good grass. The
first night I was there she came in when I was in bed and
asked if I was comfortable and if I wanted anything and
I said I didn't. The next night she came in when I was in
bed and she wearing her nightdress and she asked me if there
was any single thing she could get me or do for me and I
told her I was as comfortable as a bug in a rug.
"The next night she came in and the girl hadn't a thing
on her and she asked me if she could do anything for me
and not wanting to keep her standing in the cold and she
without a shift I said there was nothing."
"What has that got to do with your foot, Ferguson?"
asked the doctor impatiently. "Sure it was only this
morning that I finally thought of what she meant and I was
so annoyed with meself that I threw me ten-pound hammer
against the wall and it rebounded and broke me ankle."