childish tones, and turning her face straight to the moonlight.

Cardo saw, as he looked down at her, that it was a beautiful face.

"See!" she said, "gingerbread that I bought in that old street they
call 'The Mwntroyd.' Here is a silver ship, and here is a gold watch,
and a golden girl. Which will you have?"

"Well, indeed, I am as hungry as a hunter," said Cardo. "I will have
the lassie, if you are sure you have enough for two."

"Anwl! anwl! I have a lamb and a sheep and some little pigs in my
basket." And she proceeded to spread them out and divide them; and
they continued to chat as they ate their gilded gingerbread.

"Suppose your uncle and my father knew we were standing on the same
bridge and looking at the same moon," said Cardo, laughing.

"And eating the same gingerbread," added Valmai.

"My word! There would be wrath."

"Wrath?" said the girl, looking thoughtfully up in her companion's
face; "what is that?"

"Oh, something no one could feel towards you. 'Wrath' is anger."

"My uncle is angry sometimes with me, and--too--with--with--"

"My father, I suppose?" said Cardo.