bewildered amaze.

In Dynevor Castle there had never been a girl child to share the honours
with her brothers. No sister had played in its halls, or tyrannized over
the lads or their parents. And now when Wendot's glance fell for the
first time upon this little fairy-like creature, this lovely little
golden-haired, blue-eyed maiden, he felt a new sensation enter his life,
and gazed as wonderingly at the apparition as if the child had been a ghost.

And the soft shy eyes, with their fringe of dark lashes, were looking
straight at him. As he gazed the child suddenly rose, and darted towards
the brothers as if she had wings on her feet.

"Oh, you have come back!" she said, looking from one to the other, and
for a moment seeming puzzled by the likeness; "and -- why, there are two
of you," and the child broke into the merriest and silveriest of laughs.
"Oh, I am so glad! I do like boys so much, and I never have any to play
with at home. I am so tired of this old man and his harp. Please let me
go somewhere with you," and she thrust her soft little hand confidingly
into Wendot's, looking up saucily into his face as she added, "You are
the biggest; I like you the best."

Wendot's face glowed; but on the whole he was flattered by the attention
and the preference of the little maiden. He understood her soft English
speech perfectly, for all the Dynevor brothers had been instructed in
the English tongue by an English monk who had long lived at the castle.
Res Vychan, the present Lord of Dynevor, foresaw, and had foreseen many
years, the gradual usurpation of the English, and had considered that a
knowledge of that tongue would in all probability be an advantage to
those who were likely to be involved in the coming struggle. The boys