The things we do!

So now I was left to myself again as before, while Falkenberg
was busy in the parlour. When it got dark he had lights brought in and
went on tuning. He had his supper in there too, and when he had finished,
he came out and asked me for his pipe.
"Which pipe?"
"You fool! the one with the clenched fist, of course."
Somewhat unwillingly I handed him my neatly carved pipe; I had just got it
finished; with the nail set in and a gold ring, and a long stem.
"Don't let the nail get too hot," I whispered, "or it might curl up."
Falkenberg lit the pipe and went swaggering up with it indoors. But he put
in a word for me too, and got them to give me supper and coffee in the
kitchen.
I found a place to sleep in the barn.
I woke up in the night, and there was Falkenberg standing close by, and
calling me by name. The full moon shone right in, and I could see his
face.
"What's the matter now?"
"Here's your pipe. Here you are, man, take it."
"Pipe?"
"Yes, your pipe. I won't have the thing about me another minute.


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