She smiled and asked me what I wanted.
I said that I had come to see the house of Gronwy.

She did not understand me, for shaking her head she said that she had no English, and was rather deaf.

Raising my voice to a very high tone I said: "Ty Gronwy!" A gleam of intelligence flashed now in her eyes.
"Ty Gronwy," she said, "ah! I understand.

Come in sir." There were three doors to the house; she led me in by the midmost into a common cottage room, with no other ceiling, seemingly, than the roof.
She bade me sit down by the window by a little table, and asked me whether I would have a cup of milk and some bread-and-butter; I declined both, but said I should be thankful for a little water.
This she presently brought me in a teacup, I drank it, the children amounting to five standing a little way from me staring at me.

I asked her if this was the house in which Gronwy was born.