the most intense pleasure."

"O, you are too kind, Captain Kendall," replied the genial author,
smiling all over his face, and once more grasping his hand as before.

"Mrs. Kendall," added Paul, presenting Grace.

"I am so pleased to see you! You are very kind to take so much trouble
to visit me."

"Indeed, sir, you are very kind to permit us to trouble you, when you
are so busy," continued Paul.

"O, I have plenty of time to see my good friends."

"In America we love your books, and they are in all our libraries and
most of our houses."

"You are so kind to speak so pleasantly of my works!" replied Mr.
Andersen, grasping Paul's hand again.

"We value them very highly."

The conversation continued for a few moments, in which Paul and the
doctor expressed the high appreciation of the reading public of the
great writer's works. At least a dozen times more he grasped the hand
of the speaker with both his. Mr. Andersen is a tall gentleman, with
a thin face,--the features of which are far from handsome,--and
iron-gray hair. His countenance is always covered with smiles when he
speaks, and his whole manner is child-like and simple. He is full of
the love of God and of man, which seems to shine out in his face, and
to be the interpretation of his ever-present smile. His dress was
scrupulously neat and nice in every detail.

The doctor told him about the Academy squadron, of which he had read a
brief notice in the newspapers, and invited him to visit the ship,
which he promised to do, on the following day. The party took their
leave of him, and continued on the way to Klampenborg. The road was
on the margin of the sea, and was lined with small country houses,
with pleasant gardens. It was a lovely region, with an occasional
large villa, and even a summer palace or two. All along this road,
called the Strandway, are small and large houses of entertainment, on
the sea-side, each one of which has a bathing establishment on a very
small and simple scale.

"Here is Charlottelund Castle, in this park," said Joseph, as they
passed what seemed to be merely a grove, with a rather dilapidated
fence.

"It was formerly the country-seat of the Landgrave of Hesse, I
believe," added Dr. Winstock.

"Yes, sir; but it is now the summer residence of the crown prince. He
comes out here in June."

"These carriages are called 'privateers,'" continued the guide,
pointing to several vehicles like a small omnibus with no top. "They