"If you weren't alone up here, you might have got some of the cars coming here too," said the lawyer. "I've thought of that," Paul replied. "It's not impossible I can do something about it. But I must have the house first. And I must have a road." The lawyer promised to draw a plan of the house, and went round to look at the site. The house was to cost such and such a sum. Paul was already quite convinced that three or four good tourist summers would pay it off. Paul was not worrying. As we looked over the site together, I discovered that he smelled of brandy. Finally a small party of Norwegians and foreigners arrived, travelers who were out to walk, and not to drive in cars. Everyone's spirits rose; the strangers stayed a few days and nights, and were guided across the fjeld by Solem, who earned a fair penny. Paul, too, was visibly cheered, and strolled about the farm in his Sunday clothes. He had a few things to discuss with the lawyer about the house. "If there's anything to consult about, we had better do it now," he said. "I shall be away for a couple of days." So they attended to a few minor matters. "Are you going to town?" asked the lawyer. "No," Paul replied; "only down to the village. I want to see if I can get the people there to co-operate on a few ideas of mine: a telephone and automobile service and so on." "Good luck!" said the lawyer. So the lawyer sat drafting plans while the rest of us went about our own affairs. Josephine went to Solem and said: "Will you go and sow the field by the river?" "Has Paul said so?" he asked. "Yes," she replied. Solem went very unwillingly. While he was drawing the harrow, Josephine went down to him and said: "Harrow it once more." What a brisk little thing she was, with far more forethought than the men! She looked bewitching, for all her hard work. I have seen her many times with her hair tumbled, but it didn't matter. And when she pretended that none but the maids milked the goats and did outside work, it was for the good name of the house. She had learned to play the piano for the same reason. The mistress of the house helped her nobly, for both women were thoughtful and industrious, but Josephine was everywhere, for she was light as a feather. And the chaste little hands she had! "Josephine, Joséfriendly!" I called her wittily. XV Our dark beauty, Miss Torsen, was now seriously considering taking her departure. She was healthy enough in any case, so she did not need a stay in the mountains on that account, and if she was bored, why should she stay? But a minor event caused her to stay.