that. But when we'd money to spare, then there would be dancing with the
girls all Saturday night, and a crowd of our fellow-workers would come
along, and the old woman in the house sold us coffee till she must have
made a little fortune. Then we worked on heart and soul another week
through, looking forward to the Saturday again. But Grindhusen, he was as
a red-headed wolf after the girls.

Did he remember the old days at Skreia?

He looks at me, taking stock of me, with something of reserve; it is quite
a while before I can draw him out to remember it at all.

Yes, he remembers Skreia well enough.

"And Anders Fila and 'Spiralen' and Petra?"

"Which one?"

"Petra--the one that was your girl."

"Ay, I remember her. I got tied up with her at last." Grindhusen falls to
chopping wood again.

"Got tied up with her, did you?"

"Ay, that was the end of it. Had to be, I suppose. What was I going to
say, now? You've turned out something fine, by the look of things."

"Why? Is it these clothes you're thinking of? You've Sunday clothes
yourself, now, haven't you?"