"The docks this way? Yes, go on, and turn to the left."

At the end of the road she came upon a crowd of boys who were playing
some street game with loud shouts and laughter, and Sara, who had
hitherto braved all dangers, shrank a little.

"Hello, mother! where are you going? There's a penny to pay for
passing through this way," and they crowded clamorously around her.

She looked at them calmly, disregarding their begging.

"Iss one of you will show me the docks, then shall he have a penny.
You," she said, pointing to one with a round pale face, and honest
black eyes.

"Yes 'll I," said the boy, and he turned down a corner, beckoning to
her to follow.

"Go on, old witch!" cried the disappointed ones; "where's your broom?"

"Can't you speak Welsh?" she asked, as she came abreast with her guide.

"Yes, that can I," said the boy in his native tongue.

"Oh, very good, then. 'Tis the _Gwenllian_ I am wanting--Captain
Price--can you find her?"

"Oh, yes, come on," said the boy. "I was on board of her yesterday
morning, but she was about sailing for Toulon with a cargo of coal.