"Ay, we have."
"There—what did I say? A school all to yourselves, down by Brede's place, being more in the middle. Fancy Brede as a farmer in the wilds!" and Geissler laughed at the thought. "Ay, I've heard all about you, Isak; you're the best man here. And I'm glad of it. Sawmill, too, you've got?"
"Ay, such as it is. But it serves me well enough. And I've sawed a bit now and again for them down below."
"Bravo! That's the way!"
"I'd be glad to hear what you think of it, Lensmand, if so be you'd care to look at that sawmill for yourself."
Geissler nodded, with the air of an expert; yes, he would look at it, examine it thoroughly. Then he asked: "You had two boys, hadn't you—what's become of the other? In town? Clerk in an office? H'm," said Geissler. "But this one here looks a sturdy sort—what was your name, now?"
"Sivert."
"And the other one?"
"Eleseus."
"And he's in an engineer's office—what's he reckon to learn there? A starvation-business. Much better have come to me," said Geissler.