"Is there anything else?" asked the pastor, and looked up.
The farmer stood a minute;
"I should like to have him baptised by himself," he said.
"That is to say on a week day?"
"Next Saturday, at twelve o'clock."
"Is there anything else?"
"Nothing else."
The farmer took his hat, and moved to go.
Then the pastor rose; "There is still this," he said, and going up to Thord, he took his hand, and looked him in the face: "God grant that the child may be a blessing to you!"
Sixteen years after that day, Thord stood again in the pastor's study.