The lad walked by my side in silence for about two furlongs till we came to a range of trees, seemingly sycamores, behind which was a little garden, in which stood a long low house with three chimneys.

The lad stopping flung open a gate which led into the garden, then crying to a child which he saw within: "Gad roi tro"-- let the man take a turn; he was about to leave me, when I stopped him to put sixpence into his hand.

He received the money with a gruff "Diolch!" and instantly set off at a quick pace.

Passing the child who stared at me, I walked to the back part of the house, which seemed to be a long mud cottage.

After examining the back part I went in front, where I saw an aged woman with several children, one of whom was the child I had first seen.