It was fairly fascinating, and Joey stared with all his might.

Even Hugh always enjoyed seeing a blacksmith at work, and hearing the sweet-toned ring of steel smiting steel.
Now and again as he worked, Deacon Winslow would ask some question.
He was acquainted with the fact that the boys of Scranton High had expected to play a hockey match that morning with the Keyport team, and as no one had thus far told him how the game came out, he asked Hugh about it.
From this subject the talk drifted to others, always being of a somewhat sporadic nature, caused by the smith's starting work again, after heating his iron bar sufficiently in the fire.
"I'll have the night free, for a wonder," he told Hugh, with a sigh of pleasure.

"I try as best I can to avoid working late on Saturday, because I want to be as fresh as possible Sundays, which are always full days for me.

So when Nick wanted to come out Saturdays, I induced him to change it to an earlier night instead.

By the way, how is the lad coming, on these days with his new resolutions ?" Accordingly, Hugh started in to tell him how Nick was doing finely, and even repeated a part of the little talk he and the other had had that morning, while on the way to town from the park.
Mr.Winslow listened intently, as he worked the bellows.
"I'm very much interested in the outcome of your experiment, Hugh," he said.