We spoke of Doctor Jones--the landlady said that he had his little eccentricities, but was an excellent and learned man.

Speaking of herself she said that she had three daughters, that the youngest was with her and that the two eldest kept the principal inn at Ruthyn.

We occasionally spoke a little Welsh.

At length the landlady said, "There is an Italian in the kitchen who can speak Welsh too.

It's odd the only two people not Welshmen I have ever known who could speak Welsh, for such you and he are, should be in my house at the same time." "Dear me," said I; "I should like to see him." "That you can easily do," said the girl; "I daresay he will be glad enough to come in if you invite him." "Pray take my compliments to him," said I, "and tell him that I shall be glad of his company." The girl went out and presently returned with the Italian.