"And it will save carrying water to the bedrooms as well."

"The bedrooms are all upstairs. It won't help us there, I'm afraid."

"We can run the pipes up to the first floor."

"Can we, though? Up to the bedrooms? Will there be pressure enough for
that, do you think?"

Here I waited longer than usual before answering, as a stolid fellow, who
did not undertake things lightly.

"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.