so there was nothing for the blacksmith except the laurel wreath and the knowledge that it really was he who had saved the town. but after this things went a little better with the blacksmith. to begin with, the baby did not cry so much as it had before. then the rich lady who owned the goat was so touched by john's noble action that she ordered a complete set of shoes at 2 shillings, 4 pence, and even made it up to 2 shillings, 6 pence, in grateful recognition of his public-spirited conduct. then tourists used to come in breaks from quite a long way off, and pay twopence each to go down the steps and peep through the iron grating at the rusty dragon in the dungeon and it was threepence extra for each party if the blacksmith let off colored fire to see it by, which, as the fire was extremely short, was twopence-halfpenny clear profit every time. and the blacksmith's wife used to provide teas at ninepence a head, and altogether things grew brighter week by week.