"You look exceedingly well, Thord," said the pastor; he saw no change in him.
"I have no trouble," replied Thord.
The pastor was silent, but a moment after: "What is your errand to-night?" he asked.
"I have come to-night about my son, who is to be confirmed to-morrow."
"He is a clever lad."
"I did not wish to pay the pastor, before I heard what number he would get."
"I hear that,--and here are ten dollars for the pastor."
"Is there anything else?" asked the pastor, he looked at Thord.
"Nothing else." Thord went.
Eight years more passed by, and so one day the pastor heard a noise without his door, for many men were there, and Thord first among them. The pastor looked up and recognised him: "You come with a powerful escort to-night."