A FUNNY HORSESHOE.
"What a funny horseshoe!" said Charlie, "It has no holes for the nails!"
I looked up and saw that he had taken up a small "horseshoe magnet."
"Why that isn't a horseshoe," I said. "It's a magnet."
"Magnet! What's that?"
Charlie turned it over in his hands, and pulled the bar a little. The bar slipped so that it hung only by a corner.
"Never mind," I said, as he looked up with a scared expression. "It isn't broken. Put the bar back."
Charlie put it back, and it sprung into place with a sharp click.
"That's funny!" he cried again. "What made it jump so? And what makes it stick? It doesn't feel sticky."
"We call it magnetism," I said. "Now, take hold of the bar, and see if you can pull it straight off."