is
greeting. When I am well again you must take me up to see him."

Landolin nodded. He could not tell his wife that the news had just come
that Walderjoergli was dying.

Landolin went into the living-room and looked out of the window. He saw
the agent of the Hail Insurance Company come out of the field with the
bailiff and several of the town council. The agent was putting his
note-book into his pocket. The men had evidently been looking at and
estimating the damages done by the hail. They drew nearer to Landolin's
house, and he greeted them pleasantly, but the agent nodded, and was
passing by.

"Well! How is it?" asked Landolin. "Have you not looked at my fields
and valued the damages? And why without me?"

The agent replied that Landolin was no longer insured; that Peter had
discontinued in the spring.

Landolin drew back and shut the window. He probably did not want to
show the people how this news of Peter's willfulness and indiscretion
surprised him. He sat down on the bench, and pressing his hands between
his knees, and biting his lips, he thought: "Now they are laughing at
me; now they can rejoice in my trouble, and the more because it is
plain to be seen that I am of no consequence in my own house."

He went into the yard, and asked for Peter. He was told that he had
gone into the forest with the horses. He said to himself: "It is well
that my anger has time to cool; there shall be no quarrel. They shan't
have the satisfaction of rejoicing at our misunderstanding, but Peter
must be made to own that he has been thoughtless."

Landolin seemed to have conquered his uneasiness; and again looked out
of the window, and saw Peter coming with a great load of wood. He
called to him to come into the living-room, after he had unhitched and
unloaded, for he had something to say to him. It was long before Peter
obeyed, and Landolin, whose anger was ready to boil over again,
preached composure to himself. At length he came, and asked what his
father wanted.

Landolin took a chair and said: "Sit down."

"I can stand."

"Don't speak so loud. Your mother is sick in the bedroom."

"I'm not speaking loud."

"Very well, then; come away with me to the porch."

They went out together, and Landolin said that he was only going to
speak in kindness, and Peter must understand it so; that he had made a
mistake in discontinuing the hail insurance, and it should be a warning
to him. He should see that his father had, after