when he got there, he knocked loudly at the door. "i wonder," said he to himself, "that they have no knocker on the door,—one knocks one’s knuckles sore." the apostle peter opened the door, and wanted to see who demanded admission so noisily. "ah, it’s you, master pfriem;" said he, "well, i’ll let you in, but i warn you that you must give up that habit of yours, and find fault with nothing you see in heaven, or you may fare ill." "you might have spared your warning," answered pfriem.