nreservedly, and the ring of her clear voice,
with its transparent truth, was a pleasure to hear.

"Travelling like this is such a pleasure," she said; "the sound of the
step of the horses even has its effect, as we feel they go easily to
themselves. There is the succession of change of place and scene,
fresh green meadows after dry and dusty roads, and, after a dull bit,
there comes a pretty prospect of a country house, with its woods and
lake. The coming also to a fresh place every night has its interest. I
cannot think of a more pleasant way of travelling. Do you, Herr
Hardy?"

"Yes," said Hardy. "I like a fresh breeze blowing in the wished-for
direction, and an English sailing yacht, as a means of travelling. You
do not go so fast as you appear to sail, but it is pleasant to see the
bright wave flashing by, and to feel the yacht rushing through the
sea."

"But, then, there is not the varied change of scene as in travelling
as we now do, Herr Hardy," said Helga.

"There is nothing like yachting for variety, if there be favourable
winds, but on that it is dependent," said Hardy. "For instance, the
Mediterranean can be explored in a winter, and places in Spain and
Portugal visited on the way to Gibraltar, and then Italy and the
Ionian Islands and Greece."

"It must be a great drawback to be so dependent on the wind," said
Helga.

"Yes; and particularly so in yachting on the coast of Norway, amongst
the Danish islands, or up the Baltic," said Hardy; "but this
difficulty is got over by the use of steam, and steam yachts are
becoming the rule."

"Have you a yacht, Herr Hardy?" asked Helga.

"I am having one built," replied Hardy. "My mother likes the sea, and
I am having one built so that she may be as comfortable as possible.
It is a steam yacht, and we shall be at sea in a fortnight, and I
shall take Karl, if he wishes."

"He likes the sea, and when we go to Copenhagen from Aarhus in the
steamer, we enjoy the journey," said Helga.

"There is one small matter which has struck me with regard to Karl,"
said Hardy, "and that is, you Scandinavians are liable to what you
call Hjemve (home sickness). I wish you would ask your father to say
to him that he goes to England to try to get on in life, and that it
is childish to be afraid of meeting strange people, but to look to the
future and not be occupied with the present."

"Thank you very much, Herr Hardy; you are very thoughtful. Karl has
been very quiet the l