t Gamle Erik by."

Mrs. Hardy was much pleased with the scenery about the cliffs, and the
contrast of the dark blue sea against the white chalk, and the varied
prospects in the woods.

The drive had been full of interest, and Mrs. Hardy thanked Pastor
Lindal for his suggesting it, and the pleasure of hearing his
narrations on the very places with which they were connected, and
added--

"I shall come again another year, Herr Pastor, on purpose to enjoy
your society, if you will act as guide."

"God willing, it will be a pleasure to me," said he; "but these few
days have had their effect on me. I appear to see things with a
clearer view, that at home have been difficult to me. Travelling
develops the mind, and gives it a broader cast of thought. You, who
have travelled so much, Mrs. Hardy, appear to have been influenced by
the process."

"Thank you for your compliment, Herr Pastor," said Mrs. Hardy. "It is
well put."

At eight the following day, the yacht was passing Moen's Klint, at
sea, bound for Copenhagen. There was a stiff breeze from the westward,
and in passing Praesto Bay the yacht was in a short rough beam sea,
that made things very lively to all on board, except possibly the
Pastor, as his ears gradually assumed a greenish tint.

John Hardy consulted the pilot, and the yacht was brought up and
anchored under Stevn's Klint, in shelter, much to Pastor Lindal's
comfort, who appeared at lunch fully recovered from his sea-sickness.

"Praesto," said he, "is so called after a priest called Anders; he was
a monk at the time of the Reformation, but adopted the reformed
religion. He had only a small copper coin, which always returned to
him when he spent it, and received no other payment for his services.
In the arms of the town of Praesto is a man in a priest's dress,
supposed to be in his memory."

"Were there any Underjordiske in the cliff at the yacht's bow?" asked
Hardy.

"There was fabled to be an Elle Konge," replied Pastor Lindal, "or
king of the elves, and he occupied not only Stevn's Klint, but also an
adjoining church, where a place in the wall is shown as his residence,
and is called Elle Kongen's Kammer, or the king of the elves' chamber.
In the neighbourhood of this church are the remains of an oak wood.
The trees therein are said to have been trees by day, but the soldiers
of the elf king by night. The church referred to is Storehedinge, and
was built by a monk against the wishes of the great