2OO The Naturalist of Ciimbrae. 



her berth, amused her companions by protesting that 

 she would have a good roll in her bed the first night 

 in Norway. A lady already acquainted with that 

 country advised her to wait till she got there before 

 making up her mind to a roll. The Norwegian beds, 

 in fact, are as restricted in dimensions as the Duke 

 of Wellington's, in which a lady friend thought he 

 could not have room to turn over, and the national 

 opinion of Norway would perhaps make the same 

 defence for them that he did for his, that when it is 

 time to turn over, it is time to turn out. 



On Mrs. Robertson's arrival at Christiania, to her 

 dismay she was told that her husband had gone off 

 on an excursion. Of course there had been no time 

 for him to receive word that she was on her way to 

 join him. She on her part could not for some time be 

 convinced that the people were not concealing from 

 her some very bad news, or indeed the worst, under 

 what seemed to her so improbable an explanation. 



Matters turned out very well with them in the end. 

 They had some pleasant and interesting excursions 

 into the country. They found the conveyances there 

 much better regulated than at home. A book was 

 given them, showing not any mileage rates, but the 

 fares to particular places. At the end of the journey 

 they paid the driver without question according to the 

 guide-book. He took his money with an expression 

 of satisfaction in his face, and never asked for more. 

 Perhaps this is more than London readers can be 

 expected to believe, but at any rate it is no garnish- 

 ing of the narrative on the part of the biographer, 

 who disclaims all responsibility for any part of the 



