In falling she struck her head against the andirons on the hearth and lay quite, quite still while a stream of blood from a cut behind the left ear mingled with the ashes and turned them dark and moist.
"A Son of the Hills"
Harriet T. Comstock
Susie sat in front of it, and remembered a summer day when she had seen nothing there but polished andirons, and branches of fennel.
"Winter Fun"
William O. Stoddard
Handsomely wrought stoves and andirons stood in the wide fireplaces.
"A History of the Four Georges, Volume I (of 4)"
Justin McCarthy