"That and the midnight sun-effects.

Nothing else!" "What!" went on Philip.

"No good-looking girls at all about here, eh ?" Svensen shook his head, still smilingly.
"Not at Bosekop, sir, that I ever heard of." "I say!" broke in Lorimer, "are there any old tombs or sea-caves, or places of that sort close by, worth exploring ?" Valdemar Svensen answered this question readily, almost eagerly.
"No, sir! There are no antiquities of any sort; and as for eaves, there are plenty, but only the natural formations of the sea, and none of these are curious or beautiful on this side of the Fjord." Lorimer poked his friend secretly in the ribs.
"You've been dreaming, old fellow!" he whispered slyly.

"I knew it was a crammer!" Errington shook him off good-humoredly.
"Can you tell me," he said, addressing Valdemar again in distinct accents, "whether there is any place, person, or thing near here called _Thelma_ ?" The pilot started; a look of astonishment and fear came into his eyes; his hand went instinctively to his red cap, as though in deference to the name.
"The Froeken Thelma!" he exclaimed, in low tones.

"Is it possible that you have seen her ?" "Ah, George, what do you say now ?" cried Errington delightedly.