Pray, where are you bound for ?" "For Bangor," said the man in grey.

"I am going to the market." "Then I would advise you to lose no time," said I, "or you will infallibly be too late; it must now be one o'clock." "There is no market to-day," said the man in grey, "the market is to-morrow, which is Saturday.

I like to take things leisurely, on which account, when I go to market, I generally set out the day before, in order that I may enjoy myself upon the road.

I feel myself so happy here that I shall not stir till the evening.

Now pray stay with me and my friend till then." "I cannot," said I, "if I stay longer here I shall never reach Caer Gybi to-night.