bought it in the Mwntroyd. 'Tis a funny name whatever."

"Yes, a relic of the old Flemings, who settled in Caer Madoc long ago."

"Oh! I would like to hear about that! Will you tell me about it some
time again?"

"Indeed I will," said Cardo eagerly; "but when will that be? I have
been wondering all the evening how it is I have never seen you before."

They had now reached the open beach, where the Berwen, after its
chequered career, subsided quietly through the sand and pebbles into
the sea.

"Here is my path, but I will tell you," and with the sound of the
gurgling river, and the plash of the waves in his ears, Cardo listened
to her simple story. "You couldn't see me much before, because only
six weeks it is since I am here. Before that I was living far, far
away. Have you ever heard of Patagonia? Well then, my father was a
missionary there, and he took me and my mother with him when I was only
a baby. Since then I have always been living there, till this year I
came to Wales."

"Patagonia!" said Cardo. "So far away? No wonder you dropped upon me
so suddenly! But how, then, did you grow up Welsh?"

Valmai laughed merrily.

"Grow up Welsh? Well, indeed, I don't know what have I grown up!
Welsh, or English, or Spanish, or Patagonian! I am mixed of them all,