'It was the bane of my life.

I had no idea how easy it was to remove it.

Give me your pickaxes young miner, and I will show you how a baker can make the stones fly.' He caught the tool out of Curdie's hand, and flew at one of the foundation stones of the gateway.

But he jarred his arm terribly, scarcely chipped the stone, dropped the mattock with a cry of pain, and ran into his own shop.

Curdie picked up his implement, and, looking after the baker, saw bread in the window, and followed him in.