the work in the harvest, an' we're goin' to Herefordshire to git it. An'
plaase yer honour's glory, she come wid us to this counthry to luk for
her mother's relations that's Welsh, my leddy, small blame to thim,
seein' her mother married an Irishman, and come to live in our
counthry.'

'I will give you a night's lodging, and that is all I can do for you,'
says the gentle mistress of the farm.

'The Lord bless ye, my leddy, the holy angels keep ye, the blessed
Vargin and all the saints--'

'Oh, hush! hush!' exclaims the good woman, highly shocked. 'Help the
poor girl, and come with me.'

The woman went towards the girl, and trying to assist her to rise,
said,--

'Now, Gladys, asthore! An' shure, my leddy, she's a thrue Welsh name.
I'll help ye, my darlin', there! Och! an it's betther she is already, as
soon as she heerd of a night's lodgin'.'

The young man who was kneeling by the girl just now, goes to her other
side, and succeeds in supporting her by putting his arm round her waist,
whilst the woman holds her by one arm; and thus they follow the good
mistress of the farm, followed in their turn by the rest of the party.

They move slowly down the road, underneath the fine oak and ash trees
that shelter the back of the farm, until they reach a large farm-yard,
wherein some thirty fine cows, of Welsh, English, and Alderney breed,