'Tirsdag giver Veir til Torsdag,
Fredags Veir giver Søndags Veir,
Lørdag har sit eget Veir,
Mandag enten værre eller bedre.'
'Tuesday's weather is Thursday's weather,
Friday's weather is Sunday's weather,
Saturday has its own weather,
Monday is either worse or better.'
The same, I believe, exists in England," continued the Pastor, "or at least very nearly allied to it."
"It is so," said Hardy.
CHAPTER XXV.
"Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridal of the earth and sky."
The Complete Angler.
The yacht had anchored for the night to the east of Væirø, an island and lighthouse. The pilot and steward had gone ashore to purchase fresh milk. The morning was without a breath of wind, and the yacht was motionless.
"What a sense of calm and peace!" said Mrs. Hardy, as she came on deck. "There is not a fish coming to the surface of the still water, or a bird in the air, or a boat visible. It is almost desolation."
"We are out of the track of vessels," said Pastor Lindal, "and there are few fish just here, consequently no sea-birds in pursuit of them."
"You will soon see more life, mother," said Hardy, "From our position we are seventeen knots to Vordingborg, which we shall reach shortly after breakfast. We shall have to take another pilot there, for the difficult channel by Grønsund out to the Baltic, as our present pilot is not allowed to go beyond Vordingborg."