"Next month this sign hangs over our door, and these bills are to post on the walls, and distribute among the ships down in the harbour.

Garvloit is not on his beam-ends yet," he concluded, with self-conscious satisfaction; and proceeded then to explain how he intended to be landlord himself, and how Elizabeth was to help him in the management of the whole.
Madam Garvloit only made one slight objection-- "You know that you can't drink ale, my friend." Another objection, namely, what they would say at home in Norway when they heard that her husband had sunk into a mere tavern-keeper, she very wisely kept to herself.

The important point was that they should find a way of living, and they had at all events the great consolation that now they would be able to keep Elizabeth.

What feeling of pride still remained she got rid of in telling Elizabeth that at home they knew nothing of millionaires in wooden shoes such as were to be found in Holland; and her husband found her much more keen for his project than he had expected.

Being accustomed to place great reliance upon her stronger understanding, he would not have been happy if she had been against the plan.
Thus it came about, then, that in the crowded street by the canal one Monday morning there appeared over one of the entrance-doors a sign-board with "The Star," in letters of gold on a blue ground.