Are you a Welshman ?" "No," said I, "an Englishman from the far east of Lloegr." "And what brings you here ?" said the man.
"A strange errand," I replied, "to look at the birth-place of a man who has long been dead." "Do you come to seek for an inheritance ?" said the man.
"No," said I.

"Besides the man whose birth-place I came to see, died poor, leaving nothing behind him but immortality." "Who was he ?" said the miller.
"Did you ever hear a sound of Gronwy Owen ?" said I.
"Frequently," said the miller; "I have frequently heard a sound of him.
He was born close by in a house yonder," pointing to the south.
"Oh yes, gentleman," said a nice-looking woman, who holding a little child by the hand was come to the house-door, and was eagerly listening, "we have frequently heard speak of Gronwy Owen; there is much talk of him in these parts." "I am glad to hear it," said I, "for I have feared that his name would not be known here." "Pray, gentleman, walk in!" said the miller; "we are going to have our afternoon's meal, and shall be rejoiced if you will join us." "Yes, do, gentleman," said the miller's wife, for such the good woman was; "and many a welcome shall you have." I hesitated, and was about to excuse myself.
"Don't refuse, gentleman!" said both, "surely you are not too proud to sit down with us ?" "I am afraid I shall only cause you trouble," said I.
"Dim blinder, no trouble," exclaimed both at once; "pray do walk in!" I entered the house, and the kitchen, parlour, or whatever it was, a nice little room with a slate floor.

They made me sit down at a table by the window, which was already laid for a meal.

There was a clean cloth upon it, a tea-pot, cups and saucers, a large plate of bread-and-butter, and a plate, on which were a few very thin slices of brown, watery cheese.
My good friends took their seats, the wife poured out tea for the stranger and her husband, helped us both to bread-and-butter and the watery cheese, then took care of herself.

Before, however, I could taste the tea, the wife, seeming to recollect herself, started up, and hurrying to a cupboard, produced a basin full of snow-white lump sugar, and taking the spoon out of my hand, placed two of the largest lumps in my cup, though she helped neither her husband nor herself; the sugar-basin being probably only kept for grand occasions.
My eyes filled with tears; for in the whole course of my life I had never experienced so much genuine hospitality.