"how much is it?" and she held out a half-sovereign.

"Eight shillings--you pay in there," and he pointed to a red painted
shed, "but look you here, little woman, that big pocket doesn't suit
such a place as Cardiff, 'tis too easily got at; tie your money up
tight and put it inside the breast of your gown."

"Yes," said Sara, obeying, "and thank you."

"Look alive, then, and I will take you on board."

Sara found a seat near the prow of the ship.

"We'll have to tie a few weights to you by and by, I'm thinking, or
you'll be blown away," said the captain, as he kindly arranged some
boxes and baskets so as to shelter her a little from the strong March
wind.

"Am I the only passenger?"

"Yes. 'Tis mostly goods we carry, but sometimes we have a stray
passenger. And where would you be going now so far from Garthowen Moor
in your old age?"

Welsh curiosity is a quantity that has to be taken into account.

"I am going to Cardiff."

"Yes, yes; but when you get there?"