The man answered by blowing a stream of sparks out of his mouth straight at the Squire, who started back in terror, and overset Mrs. Longbow, who uttered an unearthly scream.
The fire flickered out at last, and order was restored.
This was followed by the "ribbon factory," and the man pulled a pile of them out of his mouth, of all sizes and colors, and scattered them around his feet in the most reckless manner.
"Don't tromp on 'em," said Aunt Sonora.
"He ought to be keerful on 'em," said another.
"If Whistle & Sharp only sold sich ribbons," another.
"And to think," continued Mrs. Bird, "they come right out on him, too."
"He keeps 'em in his butes," roared Turtle.
"They don't come out of his butes at all," said Aunt Sonora; "they're all in his mouth."
"He didn't put 'em in his butes," said Mrs. Swipes; "how could they come out on 'em?"