neys to the railway station or elsewhere in an old four-wheel
conveyance, which could scarcely be termed a carriage or a waggon. In
fact, it answered both purposes. The rooms were warmed by iron stoves,
in the winter, the fuel used being chiefly wood and turf. The Pastor
had a sort of turbary right, which supplied him with the latter. The
shrubbery in front of the main building was planted with poplars,
lilacs, and laburnum. The grass on the lawn was coarse and rough, and
an occasional cow was tethered on it, which did not improve the
quality of the herbage.

The income from all sources of Pastor Lindal was small, according to
English views, but it was sufficient to enable him to maintain a happy
home and to do his duty to his parish with strict economy. The
difficulty was the future of his sons and daughter.

After breakfast, in which the trout caught by Hardy the previous
evening occupied a conspicuous position, the Pastor said--

"When you return I shall be interested, Herr Hardy, to hear your views
of Rosendal. The place is, as I told you, Danish; but I should like to
hear how it looks through English spectacles."

"You have told me, Herr Pastor," said Hardy, "that Froken Helga has an
enthusiasm for Rosendal. I fear I shall be interested thereby, as she
goes with us."

Hardy looked at Froken Helga, who looked annoyed; and he saw he had
said something which displeased her.

The way to Rosendal was over the sandy road for two English miles,
when the entrance gate was reached, leading up an avenue of lime trees
that had been pollarded. The storms would certainly have pollarded
them in a more irregular manner than the hand of man. The house was a
much larger house than Pastor Lindal's parsonage, but after the same
fashion. The entrance steps were wider, but the whole arrangement of
the mansion was after the same plan. There was the same too near
proximity of the stables and cow houses, possibly essential in cold
weather, for their being attended to. The view from the front of the
house was to a lake of about thirty acres. On each side of the lake
were very large beech trees, with juniper bushes underneath; and the
effect was, as the Pastor had said, idyllic. A narrow valley was
planted with roses, and through it a path led to the lake, hence the
name Rosendal. The beech trees were of great age, and the rising
ground on each side had protected them from the prevailing winds. The
effect on the eye, in comparison wi