Harriet and I had the first intimation of what we have since called the
"gunsmith problem" about ten days ago. It came to us, as was to be
expected, from that accomplished spreader of burdens, the Scotch
Preacher. When he came in to call on us that evening after supper I
could see that he had something important on his mind; but I let him get
to it in his own way.
"David," he said finally, "Carlstrom, the gunsmith, is going home to
Sweden."
"At last!" I exclaimed.
Dr. McAlway paused a moment and then said hesitatingly:
"He _says_ he is going."