the expression windy raptures.

'If thou meanest me by great scholars, thou female babe, know that my
years and poor rudiments of learning have served only to make it clear
to me that the best things in life are of the class to which sitting
under one umbrella with a dear little cousin belong. I endeavoured
yesterday to impress this result of experience on the long Englishman,
but he is still knee-deep in theories, and cannot yet see the simple and
the close at hand.'

'I don't care one little bit for the umbrella form of joy,' I said
obstinately. 'It is the blankest dulness compared to the joy to be
extracted from looking at a place like Vitt in fine weather.'

'Tut, tut,' said the Professor, 'talk not to me of weather. Thou dost
not mean it from thy heart.' And he arranged the rug afresh round me so
that I should not get wet, and inquired solicitously why I did not wear
a waterproof cloak like his, which was so very _praktisch_.

From Vitt the road to Arkona describes a triangle of which the village
of Putgarten is the apex, and round which it took us half an hour to
drive. We got to Arkona, which consists solely of a lighthouse with an
inn in it, about one.

'Now for the little Lot,' cried the Professor leaping out into the rain
and hastening towards the emerging landlord, while I hurriedly rehearsed
the main points of my arguments.

But Charlotte was not there. She had been there, the landlord said, the
previous afternoon, having arrived by steamer; had asked for a bedroom,
been shown one, but had wanted better accommodation than he could give.
Anyhow after drinking coffee she had hired a conveyance and had gone on
to Wiek.

The Professor was terribly crestfallen. 'We will go on, then,' he said.
'We will at once proceed to Wiek. Where Wiek is, I conclude we shall
ultimately discover.'

'I know where it is--it's on the map.'

'I never doubted it.'

'I mean I know the way from here. I was going there anyhow, and
Charlotte knew that. But we can't go on yet, dear Professor. The horses
would never get us there. It must be at least ten miles off, and awful
sand the whole way.'

It took me some time and many words to convince him that nothing would
make me move till the horses had had a feed and a rest. 'We'll only stay
here a few hours,' I comforted, 'and get to Wiek anyhow to-day.'

'But who can tell whether she will be there two nights running?' cried
the Professor, excitedly striding about in the mud.