"It was the razor he wanted," the wife continued, "and when
he come home and says he was going to leave the shop and he aint
never going back there, and gets out his razor and sharps it,
I knowed what that meant and I told him I got to have some bluing
and wouldn't he go and get it? and he says, 'You won't git another
husband run so free on your errands, Thekla,' and I says I don't
want none; and when he was gone I hid the razor and he couldn't
find it, but that didn't mad him, he didn't say notings;
and when I went to git the supper he walked out in the yard
and jumped into the cistern, and I heard the splash and looked
in and there he was trying to git his head under, and I called,
'For the Lord's sake, papa! For the Lord's sake!' just like that.
And I fished for him with the pole that stood there and he was
sorry and caught hold of it and give in, and I rested the pole
agin the side cause I wasn't strong enough to h'ist him out;
and he held on whilest I run for help ----"

"And I got the ladder and he clum out," said the giant with another grin
of recollection, "he was awful wet!"

"That was a month ago," said the wife, solemnly.

"He sharped the razor onct," said Mrs. Lieders, "but he said it
was for to shave him, and I got him to promise to let the barber
shave him sometime, instead. Here, Mrs. Olsen, you go righd in,
the door aint locked."

By this time they were at the house door. They passed in and
ascended the stairs to the second story, then climbed a narrow,