Edward was not the best knife thrower, but Mable had never seen any before, so he was the best in her mind.  She clapped even when he ran to pick the knife back, delighted.

"You are getting there!" she praised, "you were so close!  How scary - soon you'll be able to hit an apple off of someone's head I bet!  I've heard of people doing that, you know.  Its like, an act at shows and circuses."

An idea came to her.  Mable stood as well and ran to the wall, back against it.  "They'd have women against a target like this, and she'll have an apple on her head and in her hands sometimes, and a man throws knifes and hits them all, and the woman is just fine at the end!  If you get really good at throwing, maybe we can perform that!  Since you think your tune before wouldn't do so well.  Wouldn't that be fun?"