The things we do!

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"I wish I'd thought to ask if he'd a nephew in America."
"What then? Could you talk English to them if he had?"
"You mind your own business, and don't talk so much," said Falkenberg. "I
don't see what you've got to brag about, anyway."
He was nervous and out of temper, and began stepping out. Then suddenly he
stopped and said:
"I'll do it. Lend me that pipe of yours again. I won't light it."
We walked up the hill, Falkenberg putting on mighty airs, pointing this
way and that with the pipe and criticizing the place. It annoyed me
somewhat to see him stalking along in that vainglorious fashion while I
carried the load. I said:
"Going to be a piano-tuner this time?"
"I think I've shown I can tune a piano," he said shortly. "I am good for
that at any rate."
"But suppose there's some one in the house knows all about it--Fruen, for
instance--and tries the piano after you've done?"
Falkenberg was silent. I could see he was growing doubtful again. Little
by little his lordly gait sank to a slouching walk.


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