spreading the snowy cloth and laying the tea-table. "The lady can
speak Welsh!"

"Oh! well indeed, I am glad," said Ann; "Will is the only one of us who
speaks English quite easily."

"Oh! there's Gwilym," said her father.

"Yes, Gwilym speaks it quite correctly," said Ann, with pride, "but he
has a Welsh accent, which Will has not--from a little boy he studied
the English, and to speak it like the English."

"Will is evidently their centre of interest," thought Gwenda, "and how
little he seems to think of them!"

Here the little curly pate came nestling against her knee.

"Hello! rascal!" said the old man, "don't pull the lady's skirts like
that."

But Gwenda took the child on her lap.

"He is a lovely boy," she said, thus securing Ann's good opinion at
once.

The little arms wound round her neck, and before tea was over she had
won her way into all their hearts.

"I am sorry my sons are not here," said the old man; "they are good
boys, both of them, and would like to speak to such a beautiful young