"Ivo."
"And your father's?"
"Valentine the carpenter."
"Give my love to your parents, and be good and pious."
Ivo remained spell-bound long after the men had passed on: it seemed as if a saint had appeared and conversed with him.
He looked upon the ground in wonder; then, hastening home in long leaps, he told the whole adventure.
The family were seated on the timbers under the walnut-tree, Nat not far from them, upon a stone by the door. Ivo went to him and told him what had happened; but the ploughman was out of humor that day, and Ivo sat down at his father's feet.
It had grown dark, and little was spoken. Once only Koch the cabinet-maker said, "I'd like to see you get money under five per cent."
Nobody answered. Ivo looked up at his father with a silent light beaming out of his eyes: no one could guess what was stirring in that infant soul.