But I had said quite the right thing; the man at once lost his assurance.
Somehow I had made him feel that I knew more about him than he knew about
me.
When I asked him to come in, he was grateful and said:
"Thank you, but I'm afraid I'll get snow all over your floor."
Then he took special pains to wipe his boots clean, and bringing his sack
with him, crawled in.
"I could give you some coffee," I said.
"You shouldn't trouble on my account," he replied, wiping his face and
panting with the heat, "though I've been walking all night."
"Are you crossing the fjeld?"
"That depends. I don't suppose there's work to be got on a winter day on
the other side, either."