“I think I can answer for a jet the height of the roof,” I said.
“Really, now!” exclaimed the priest. And then again: “Come and let us see where you think of digging the well.”
We went up the hill, the priest, Harald, and I, and I let the priest look through my instrument, and showed him that there would be more than pressure enough.
“I must talk to the other man about it,” he said.
But I cut out Grindhusen at once, and said: “Grindhusen? He's no idea of this work at all.”
The priest looked at me.
“Really?” he said.
Then we went down again, the priest talking as if to himself.
“Quite right; yes. It's an endless business fetching water in the winter. And summer, too, for that matter. I must see what the women think about it.”
And he went indoors.