The things we do!

"I think I can answer for a jet the height of the roof," I said.
"Really, now!" exclaimed the priest. And then again: "Come and let us see
where you think of digging the well."
We went up the hill, the priest, Harald, and I, and I let the priest look
through my instrument, and showed him that there would be more than
pressure enough.
"I must talk to the other man about it," he said.
But I cut out Grindhusen at once, and said: "Grindhusen? He's no idea of
this work at all."
The priest looked at me.
"Really?" he said.
Then we went down again, the priest talking as if to himself.
"Quite right; yes. It's an endless business fetching water in the winter.
And summer, too, for that matter. I must see what the women think about
it."
And he went indoors.
After ten minutes or so, I was sent for round to the front steps; the
whole family were there now.
"So you're the man who's going to give us water laid on to the house?"
said Fruen kindly.
I took off my cap and bowed in a heavy, stolid fashion, and the priest
answered for me: yes, this was the man.


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