"What was it you wanted with me?"
"I am just thinking it over."
The schoolmaster takes his time, brings out his spectacles to read the title of the book, dries them, and puts them on.
"You are getting old now, Ole."
"Yes, it was just about that I wanted to see you; things go wrong, and I shall soon be gone."
"Then you should see that you are ready to go, Ole;" he shuts the book, and sits looking at the binding.
"It's a good book you have in your hand, there."
"Yes, that's true;--have you often got beyond the fly leaf, Ole?"
"Lately, yes--"
The schoolmaster lays the book aside, and puts his spectacles by.