The things we do!

Judging the height as nearly
as I can, it seems more than enough to give the pressure needed; on the
way back I pace out the approximate length: two hundred and fifty feet.
But what business was it of mine, after all? For Heaven's sake let me not
go making the same mistake again, and insulting folk by talking above my
station.


V

Grindhusen came out again on Monday morning, and we fell to digging as
before. The old priest came out to look, and asked if we couldn't fix a
post for him on the road up to the church. He needed it badly, that post;
it had stood there before, but had got blown down; he used it for nailing
up notices and announcements.
We set up a new post, and took pains to get it straight and upstanding as
a candle in a stick. And by the way of thanks we hooded the top with zinc.
While I was at work on the hood, I got Grindhusen to suggest that the post
should be painted red; he had still a trifle of red paint left over from
the work at Gunhild's cottage.


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