was profusely grateful for the information. "Thanks most sincerely,
Froken."

Then we went on our way again, and I carried the things.

Once in the wood we sat down to talk over what was to be done. Was it
advisable, after all, for a Falkenberg of the rank of piano-tuner to go
walking up to the Captain at Ovrebo and claim relationship? I was the more
timid, and ended by making Falkenberg himself a little shy of it. On the
other hand, it might be a merry jest.

Hadn't he any papers with his name on? Certificates of some sort?

"Yes, but for _Fan_, there's nothing in them except saying I'm a
reliable workman."

We cast about for some way of altering the papers a little, but finally
agreed it could be better to make a new one altogether. We might do one
for unsurpassed proficiency in piano-tuning and put in the Christian name
as Leopold instead of Lars. [Footnote: Again substituting an aristocratic
for a rustic name.] There was no limit to what we could do in that way.

"Think that you can write out that certificate?" he asked.

"Yes, that I can."

But now that wretched brain of mine began playing tricks, and making the
whole thing ridiculous. A piano-tuner wasn't enough, I thought; no, make
him a mechanical genius, a man who had solved most intricate problems, an
inventor with a factory of his own....