And when the sun was up they were scorched, and because they had no root they withered away.

And some fell among thorns, and the thorns sprung up and choked them." "Well ?" I said.
"Well ?" he queried, half petulantly.

"It was not well.

I was one of those seeds." He dropped his head to the scale and resumed the copying.

I finished my work and had opened the door to leave, when he spoke to me.
"Hump, if you will look on the west coast of the map of Norway you will see an indentation called Romsdal Fiord.