stop it; 'twas good thing, indeed, you may be kill very well!"

Gwenda stopped to pat Tudor to hide the blush that rose to her cheek as
she answered:

"Yes, indeed, and of course we were very grateful to him!"

"Oh, yes; he's very good fellow. Will you take off your hat? 'Tis not
often we're having visitors here, so we are very glad when anybody is
come."

"I was afraid, perhaps, I was taking rather a liberty," said Gwenda,
laying her hat and gloves aside, "but you are all so kind, you make me
feel quite at home."

"That's right," said the old man; "there's a pity now, my son-in-law,
Gwilym Morris, is not at home. He was go to Castell On to-day to some
meeting there. What was it? Let me see--some hard English word."

"I can speak Welsh," said Gwenda, turning to that language.

"Oh! wel din!" said the old man, relieved, and continuing in Welsh,
"'tisn't every lady can speak her native language nowadays."

"No. I am ashamed of my countrywomen, though I speak it very badly
myself," said Gwenda.

"There's my son Will now, indeed I'm afraid he will soon forget his
Welsh, he is speaking English so easy and smooth. Come here, Ann," the
old man called, as his daughter passed busily backwards and forwards