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<h2>"TICK, TACK, TOO"</h2>
<div class='cap'>ONE day Puss, Junior's, Good Gray Horse
lost a shoe.</div>
<p>"Gracious me! I must find a smithy," said
Puss, Junior, anxiously. Luckily there was a
small village near by, and pretty soon he drew
rein in front of a blacksmith shop. But, oh,
dear me! there was no one there except a small
boy.</p>
<div class='poem'>
Jack Jingle went 'prentice<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To make a horseshoe;</span><br/>
He wasted the iron<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till it would not do.</span><br/>
<br/>
His master came in<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And began for to rail.</span><br/>
Said Jack, "The shoe's spoiled,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But 'twill still make a nail."</span><br/>
<br/>
He tried at the nail,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, chancing to miss,</span><br/>
Said, "If it won't make a nail,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It shall yet make a hiss."</span><br/>
<br/>
Then into the water<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Threw the hot iron, smack,</span><br/>
"Hiss!" quoth the iron.<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I thought so," said Jack.</span><br/></div>
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<p>"You good for nothing!" cried the blacksmith,
coming into the shop, "here's a customer at hand
and you have no shoe for his horse."</p>
<p>"How long will it take to make one?" asked
Puss, Junior.</p>
<p>"All day and maybe longer," said the smith—"that
is, if you depend on that clumsy lad."</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/gs19.png" width-obs="229" height-obs="300" alt="Checking the horse's shoe" title="" /></div>
<p>"Well, I don't want to depend on him," said
Puss, with a grin; "neither do I want to take
chances with my good horse."</p>
<p>"Neither shall you, my Lord Cat," replied
the smith. "I will see that your horse is well
shod, for he is indeed a fine beast."</p>
<p>"He has good legs, has he not?" asked Puss,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</SPAN></span>
running his paw down the foreleg of the big
gray horse, like a professional horseman.</p>
<p>"He has that," said the blacksmith, "and a
fine head, too."</p>
<p>"He's a good roadster," added Puss, seating
himself on a three-legged stool while the smith
lifted the horse's leg and held it between his
knees.</p>
<p>"Yes, he has good feet," said the smith,
"and he shall have a fine shoe."</p>
<div class='center'>
Here a nail, and there a nail, tick, tack, too.<br/></div>
<p>As soon as the shoe was on, Puss, Junior,
mounted and rode away. But before he left he
turned to Jack and said:</p>
<div class='poem'>
"If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Tick, tack, too; learn to make a shoe!</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Some day you may turn out ten</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">If you don't get blue."</span><br/></div>
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