all possessed the quick musical ear of their race, and found no
difficulty in mastering the language; but neither Llewelyn nor Howel
would ever speak a single word of the hated tongue if they could help
it, though Wendot and Griffeth conversed often with the old monk right
willingly.

So as Wendot looked down into the bright little upturned face, he was
able to reply readily and smilingly:

"Where would you like to go, little lady, and what would you like me to
show you?"

"Oh, everything -- all out there," said the little girl, with a wave of
her hand towards the front door. "I want to go and see the sun. I am
tired of it in here."

Wendot led the child through the hall, and out upon the great terrace
which overlooked the steep descent to the valley and away to the glowing
west. Griffeth followed, glad that his elder brother had been preferred
before himself by the little maiden, yet half fascinated by her nameless
charm. Wendot lifted her up in his strong arms to see over the wide
stone balustrade, and she made him set her down there and perch himself
by her side; for she seemed loath to go back to the hall again, and the
boys were as willing as she to remain out in the open air.

"It is pretty here," said the child graciously; "I think I should like
to live here sometimes, if it was always summer. Tell me your name, big
boy. I hope it is not very hard. Some people here have names I cannot
speak right."