"The practice of walling people up," said Hardy, "was very general in Denmark, was it not?" "Yes, if tradition be true," said the Pastor, "which, as you know, we must receive _cum grano salis_. There is a story of a man walling up his woman-servant, because she cooked a cat for his dinner. He had caught a hare, but a dog had stolen it, so she cooked a cat instead. This enraged her master, and he walled her up alive." "Thank you, Herr Pastor, for your legends," said Hardy; "but I should like to walk through the little town, and I dare say Karl and Axel would too, if we may leave you and Froken Helga." "By all means," said the Pastor, "and Helga will go too." "No, little father, I will stay with you," said Helga. "You will have no one to fill your pipe, and will feel lonely." As John Hardy went out, he gave Karl and Axel some money. The boys asked what it was for. "To buy anything you like, as far it will go," said Hardy. The boys, however, would not take it; they were sure their father would not wish it, after the expense Hardy had already been put to on their account. "Your father would be quite right," said Hardy; but he recollected it, and this small circumstance, told him that Karl could be trusted, and assisted him more to get Karl a situation of trust than Hardy's influence and that of his friends. CHAPTER XVIII. "_Viator._--Methinks the way is mended since I had the good fortune to fall into your good company." --_The Complete Angler._ Horsens was explored the next day, but Hardy had a purpose in view. He knew his mother would like to see photographs of his Danish friends. The chief reason for a walk the night before was to ascertain the photographer's shop. This he discovered, and proposed that they should all be separately photographed. "You want to show your mother our photographs," said Helga. "I do," said Hardy. "You have all been so kind to me that it would interest her." "I should like to see the photographs before they are sent you," said Helga. "That you can," said Hardy. "They shall be sent you, and if you do not like them, do not send them to me." "Nonsense," said the Pastor; "they shall of course be sent you. I can understand that if you have a photograph it will describe more than any description, and we will send them, or rather the photographer shall; it is not that we should wish to appear other than as we really are. If the photographs are not what is called successful, you can explain that, if you like, but I, for my part, would rather not be favoured by any artificial process." "You are right, little father," said Helga; and they were all photographed separately, except Hardy and Karl, as the Pastor objected to the latter. "They will see Karl himself, and there is no need of the expense," he said; "and Hardy we shall not forget."