Said Falkenberg:

"The beastly thing was looking at me with a sort of nasty grin in the
moonlight. And then when I remembered where you'd got that nail...."

Happy Falkenberg!

Next morning when we were ready to start off again, the daughter of the
house had come home. We heard her thumping out a waltz on the piano, and a
little after she came out and said:

"It's made no end of difference with the piano. Thank you very much."

"I hope you may find it satisfactory," said the piano-tuner grandly.

"Yes, indeed. There's quite a different tone in it now."

"And is there anywhere else Frokenen could recommend...?"

"Ask the people at Ovrebo; Falkenberg's the name."

"_What_ name?"

"Falkenberg. Go straight on from here, and you'll come to a post on the
right-hand side about a mile and a half along. Turn off there and that'll
take you to it."

At that Falkenberg sat down plump at the steps and began asking all sorts
of questions about the Falkenbergs at Ovrebo. Only to think he should come
across his kinsmen here, and find himself, as it were, at home again. He