The things we do!

Frokenen gave me one curious glance, and then started talking in an
undertone to her brother. Fruen went on with more questions--would it
really be a proper water-supply like they had in town, just turn on a tap
and there was the water all ready? And for upstairs as well? A couple of
hundred Kroner? "Really, I think you ought to say yes," she said to her
husband.
"You think so? Well, let's all go up to the top of the hill and look
through the thing and see."
We went up the hill, and I set the instrument for them and let them look.
"Wonderful!" said Fruen.
But Frokenen said never a word.
The priest asked:
"But are you sure there's water here?"
I answered carefully, as a man of sober judgment, that it was not a thing
to swear to beforehand, but there was every sign of it.
"What sort of signs?" asked Fruen.
"The nature of the ground. And you'll notice there's willow and osiers
growing about. And they like a wet soil."
The priest nodded, and said:
"He knows his business, Marie, you can see.


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