"Is this the house of the priest, Peter Nielsen?" he asked. "Certainly, do you want him?" inquired the housekeeper. "I have come from Ribe to see him on diocesan business." "Step inside," said the housekeeper curtly. "His reverence is not in the house at this moment, he is in the church saying his offices." "That's lies!" shouted the dirty boy from behind. "Dada is in the pigstye setting a trap for the rats." "Hold your tongue, Jens!" exclaimed the woman, giving the boy a cuff which knocked him over. Then to the Canon she said, "Take a seat and I will go to the church after him." She went out with the two smaller children staggering at her skirts, tumbling, picking themselves up, going head over heels, crowing and squealing. When she was outside the house, the dirty boy sat upright on the floor, winked at the Canon, crooked his fingers, and said, "Follow me, and I will show you Dada." The bald-headed ecclesiastic rose, and guided by the boy went into a back room, through a small window in which he saw into the pig-styes, and there, without his coat, in a pair of stained and patched breeches, and a blue worsted night-cap, over ankles in filth, was the parish priest engaged in setting a rat-trap. Outside, in the yard, the pigs were enjoying their freedom. Leisurely round the corner came the housekeeper with the satellites. "There, Peers!" said she, "There is a reverend gentleman from the cathedral come after thee." "Then," said the pastor, slowly rising, "do thou, Maren, keep out of sight, and especially be careful not to produce the brats. Their presence opens the door to misconstruction." The Canon stole back to his seat, mopped his brow and head, and thought to himself that the Chapter had put the selection of a chief pastor into very queer hands. The nasty little boy began to giggle and snuffle simultaneously. "Have you seen Dada? Dada saying his prayers in there." "Who are you?" asked the ecclesiastic stiffly of the child. "I'm Jens," answered the boy. "I know you are Jens, I heard your mother call you so. I presume that person is your mother." "That is my mother, but Dada is not my dada." "O, Jens, boy, Jens! Truth above all things. Magna est veritas et prævalebit." The Reverend Peter Nielsen entered, clean, in a cassock, and with a shovel hat on his head. "The children whom you have seen," said Peter Nielsen, "are the nephews and nieces of my worthy housekeeper, Maria Grubbe. She is a charitable woman, and as her sister is very poor, and has a large family, my Maren, I mean my housekeeper, takes charge of some of the overflow."[15] "It is a great burden to you," said the Canon. Peter Nielsen shrugged his shoulders. "To clothe the naked and give food to the hungry are deeds of mercy." "I quite understand, quite," said the Canon. "I only mentioned it," continued the parish priest, "lest you should suppose--" "I quite understand," said the Canon, interrupting him, with a bow and a benignant smile.