ays kept ready to repair the original cross. This
story has many variations and is differently localized."

"Are there not many proverbs with regard to the weather, or the like,
in Denmark?" asked Hardy.

"There are, but they are identical with the English," replied the
Pastor. "There are some that may be new; for instance, we say that
there is always some sun on a Saturday, that the poor may dry the
clothes they wash. The farmers also say that if the priest takes his
text from St. Luke in preaching his Sunday's sermon, it is sure to
rain. Also, that a southerly wind is like a woman's anger, it always
ends in weeping. Of days in the week we say, that if it rains on a
Sunday and a Monday it will rain the whole week. Again, we say--

'Sondags Veir til Middag
Er Ugens Veir til Fredag.'

'Sunday's weather to midday
Is the week's weather to Friday.

There is another of the same character:

'Tirsdag giver Veir til Torsdag,
Fredags Veir giver Sondags Veir,
Lordag har sit eget Veir,
Mandag enten vaerre eller bedre.'

'Tuesday's weather is Thursday's weather,
Friday's weather is Sunday's weather,
Saturday has its own weather,
Monday is either worse or better.

The same, I believe, exists in England," continued the Pastor, "or at
least very nearly allied to it."

"It is so," said Hardy.

CHAPTER XXV.

"Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky."
_The Complete Angler._

The yacht had anchored for the night to the east of Vaeiro, an island
and lighthouse. The pilot and steward had gone ashore to purchase
fresh milk. The morning was without a breath of wind, and the yacht
was motionless.

"What a sense of calm and peace!" said Mrs. Hardy, as she came on
deck. "There is not a fish coming to the surface of the still water,
or a bird in the air, or a boat visible. It is almost desolation."

"We are out of the track of vessels," said Pastor Lindal, "and there
are few fish just here, consequently no sea-birds in pursuit of them."

"You will soon see more life, mother," said Hardy, "From our position
we are seventeen knots to Vordingborg, which we shall reach shortly
after breakfast. We shall have to take another pilot there, for the
difficult channel by Gronsund out to the Baltic, as our present pilot
is not allowed to go beyond Vordingborg."

"Your pilots, Herr Pastor," said Mrs. Hardy, "appointed by your