“This is a kind of arm of the lake, about a dozen miles long. We shall come to the lake in a couple of hours,” replied the waif.
“All right; but it must be a very large lake.”
“The biggest in Norway.”
In a couple of hours the steamer arrived at Holmsbo, on the Christiania Fjord.
“Now you can see that this is a large lake,” said Ole.
“But where are we?” demanded Burchmore. “Is this the way to Christiania?”
“Certainly it is,” replied Sanford, who did not yet recognize the fjord, though the truth could not be much longer concealed. “Don’t you know this water?”
“No, I don’t.”
“This is Christiania Fjord.”
“Is it, really?”