at the farm a while, do you think? I am very tired and hungry."

"Oh, of course," said Morva, her hospitable instincts awaking at once.
"Come into mother's cottage," and she pointed to the thatched roof and
chimney, which alone were visible above the heathery knoll.

"Is that a cottage?"

"Yes--will you come?"

"Yes, just for a moment, and then perhaps you will show me the way to
the farm. That Cribserth looks a formidable rampart. Are you sure
there is a way round it?"

"Oh, yes; I will come and show you," said Morva. "Here is mother," and
Sara approached from her herb garden with round, astonished eyes.

"Well, indeed!" she said; "this is a pleasant sight--a lady coming to
see us, and on Morva's birthday, too! Come in, 'merch i, and sit down
and rest. The horse will be safe tied there to the gate."

And Gwenda passed into the cottage with a strange feeling of happiness.

"Now, what shall I give you?" said Sara. "A cup of milk, or a cup of
tea? or, I have some meth here in the corner. My bees are busy on the
wild thyme and furze, you see, so we have plenty of honey for our meth."

"I would like a cup of meth," said Gwenda; and as she drank the
delicious sparkling beverage, Sara gazed at her with such evident
interest that she was constrained to ask: