e the anchor down at six, and we can go ashore and have dinner a
little before eight, and then the Pastor can hold his second
tobacco-parliament before we turn in. We shall also have to engage
another pilot, as it is difficult navigation to Svendborg; and if we
start at six, we shall be there at eight to-morrow, which will enable
us to see Svendborg and its pretty neighbourhood, and in the evening
can anchor under shelter of Vaeiro, an island, so as to reach
Vordingborg early to-morrow."

Mrs. Hardy followed her son's explanation on the chart. He was himself
the registered owner of his yacht, and acted as his own skipper when
on board; and as his men had been with him in other yachts, of which
he had been the owner, they had confidence in him, as they had seen
his courage and seamanship again and again put to the proof.

"You are always self-reliant, John," said his mother.

"Yes; but Pastor Lindal has taught me on whom reliance should be
placed," said John. "The simple trust he has and the simple faith of
which he is convinced are in his life and practice. No sermon can have
such influence as to be with him one day in his parish when he visits
those he sees it necessary to visit. It is the simplicity of perfect
truth about him that has made his daughter a pearl without price."

"I believe every word of what you say, John," said his mother. "She
has now my heart as completely as she has yours."

There is not so much to see in Nyborg. The walk in the wood is pretty
with its thoroughly Danish prospect, and there is little else to
interest. Pastor Lindal was tired when they reached the yacht, but
revived with the tonic effect of a good dinner. They adjourned to the
deck-house, and Hardy essayed to fill the porcelain pipe with
Kanaster, but failed. The pipe was too hard pressed with tobacco and
would not draw, and it was not John Hardy only who missed Helga.

"Is there anything to relate about Nyborg, Herr Pastor?" asked Hardy.

"There is not much specially," replied the Pastor. "There is the story
of the monkey taking Christian II. out of his cradle when there was a
royal residence at Nyborg, and jumping out of the window with him, and
taking him upon the roof, so that it was with difficulty that they got
him down again. There is also the story of the ghost of Queen Helvig,
who was married to Valdemar Atterdag. She is said to have appeared for
years to the sentry on the ramparts, and to have always left a dollar
und