'clock--for ghosts are famous for
their hatred of broad daylight. Nevertheless there it was, in the form
of a woman. What else could it be but a ghost? for no woman would dare
to enter his bedroom (so he thought) without knocking at the door.

The ghost had in her hand a tray with a cup of coffee on it. Fred
watched her motions with intense curiosity, and kept perfectly still,
pretending to be asleep. She went straight to the box in which Sam
Sorrel slept, and going down on her knees, looked earnestly into his
face. As our artist's mouth happened to be wide-open, it may be said
that she looked down his throat. Presently she spoke to him in a soft
whisper--"Will de have caffe?" (Will you have coffee?) A loud snore
was the reply. Again she spoke, somewhat louder: "Vill de have caffe?"

A snort was the reply.

Once more, in a tone which would not be denied:

"_Vill de have caffe_?"

"Eh! hallo! what! dear me! yes--ah--thank you--_ver so goot_," replied
Sam, as he awoke and gazed in wild surprise at the ghost who was none
other than the female domestic servant of the house, who had brought the
visitors a cup of coffee before breakfast.

Sam's exclamations were wild at first, and he stared like a maniac, but
as consciousness returned he understood his position, and being
naturally a modest man, he hastily drew on his nightcap and gathered the
bedding round his shoulders. Accepting the coffee, he drank it, and the
girl crossed the room to pay similar attentions to Fred Temple.

This presentation of a cup of coffee in bed before breakfast is a custom
in Norway, and a very pleasant custom it is, too, especially when it
breaks upon you unexpectedly for the first time.

"Now for the fish-market, Sam," cried Fred, leaping out of bed when the
girl had left the room.

"Who cares for the fish-market?" said Sam testily, as he turned round in
his bed, and prepared to slumber.

"I care for it," retorted Fred, "and so do you, old boy, only you are
lazy this morning. Come, get up. I have resolved to spend only one day
in this queer old city, so you _must_ not let drowsiness rob you of your
opportunities of seeing it. The fish-market, you know, is famous.
Come, get up."

Temple enforced his advice by seizing his companion by the ankles and
hauling him out of bed. Sam grumbled but submitted, and in a short time
they were ready to start.

"Hallo! Grant," cried Fred, as they passed his door, "will you come
with u