"What sort of person is your mother?" asked Helga.
"The best and kindest," replied Hardy, as he took a photograph out of his pocket-book and handed her, which Helga looked at with evident interest.
"I feel what you say of her is true," said Helga. "Little father, it is a noble face."
"It is like you, Hardy," said the Pastor. "She must have been handsome."
"Yes, but she is," said Hardy. "Here is a photograph of her picture at twenty-two;" and he handed the Pastor another photograph.
Helga looked over her father's shoulder. "It is lovely!" she said, with warmth. "It is more like you, Herr Hardy, than the other."
"As you like the photographs, Frøken," said Hardy, "keep them; it is seldom a compliment is so well uttered."
CHAPTER XVII.
"Viator.—That will not be above a day longer; but if I live till May come twelvemonth, you are sure of me again, either with my Master Walton or without him."
—The Complete Angler.