Seeing a small public-house, I entered it.

A good-looking woman, who met me in the passage, ushered me into a neat sanded kitchen, handed me a chair and inquired my commands; I sat down, and told her to bring me some ale; she brought it, and then seated herself by a bench close by the door.
"Rather a quiet place this," said I, "I have seen but two faces since I came over the hill, and yours is one." "Rather too quiet, sir," said the good woman, "one would wish to have more visitors." "I suppose," said I, "people from Llangollen occasionally come to visit you." "Sometimes, sir, for curiosity's sake; but very rarely--the way is very steep." "Do the Tylwyth Teg ever pay you visits ?" "The Tylwyth Teg, sir ?" "Yes; the fairies.

Do they never come to have a dance on the green sward in this neighbourhood ?" "Very rarely, sir; indeed, I do not know how long it is since they have been seen." "You have never seen them ?" "I have not, sir; but I believe there are people living who have." "Are corpse candles ever seen on the bank of that river ?" "I have never heard of more than one being seen, sir, and that was at a place where a tinker was drowned a few nights after--there came down a flood; and the tinker in trying to cross by the usual ford was drowned." "And did the candle prognosticate, I mean foreshow his death ?" "It did, sir.

When a person is to die his candle is seen a few nights before the time of his death." "Have you ever seen a corpse candle ?" "I have, sir; and as you seem to be a respectable gentleman, I will tell you all about it.

When I was a girl I lived with my parents a little way from here.