he
Danish public. Rosenborg, with its rich and varied treasures for four
hundred years, was a greater enjoyment to her, and is alone worth a
visit to Copenhagen.

"We have supplies and coal on board, mother," said Hardy, "and we can
run up the Swedish coast to Gothenborg and see the falls at
Trollhaettan, by starting early, and can then cruise down the Danish
coast."

"I think, John," said Mrs. Hardy, "I would rather go up to
Christiania; we can write Pastor Lindal from Elsinore that we shall do
so. We can lay to during the darker hours at many places, or, as we
take a pilot from here to Christiania, can run on. The weather is
calm."

Helga had heard what Mrs. Hardy had said, and, as Hardy looked at her,
she said, "Where your mother pleases."

The next day, at breakfast time after English fashion, the yacht was
fifty miles from Elsinore, and sea life began. The decks were clean
and everything in order. The fore-staysail was set, as well as the
fore and main sails, to catch the wind from the westward, and the
yacht ran steadily, to the comfort of all on board.

Hardy had every arrangement made for his mother's comfort, her chair
and wraps and footstool were all placed on deck, as he knew she liked,
and Helga watched him doing this with pleasure.

"I think, Helga," he said, "it may interest you to inspect the yacht.
Axel has been everywhere except up the masts." And Hardy showed her
the engines, the many contrivances for economizing space, the compact
little cooking-galley, and the berths for his own use and friends, as
well as the little library they had on board, the stores and pantry.
"And now," he said, "as the sea air will make you hungry, and you are
not accustomed to an English breakfast, what would you like for lunch?
There is a list of soups, also preserved meats, and a lot of things
sent from Hardy Place."

"I will have anything that has come from Hardy Place," said Helga; and
Hardy gave directions accordingly, to her subsequent approval.

They walked up and down the deck, and Hardy pointed out the different
places on the coast on the chart, stopping at times to speak to
Mrs. Hardy.

"I think this is the most delightful way of travelling. Hardy," said
Helga, "and I recollect that you said so when you drove us to Esbjerg.
There is more living interest at sea; the changes and contrasts are
greater, that is, in natural features."

"You are right, Helga, except that you call me Hardy. Now, my name is