Trees again, like Glanyravon Park, and lights along by.

There pretty--what a many carriages! Was they all going to the play?
Soldiers, too, I am thinking! And more o' them gentlemen's servants in blue and white.

Do all the servants in London be wearing the same livery, Howel ?' 'Those are the police, mother,' said Howel, laughing.
'The pleece! Well, I do be calling them handsome men.

When will the noise stop, Howel?
I can't hear myself speak, much less you and Netta.
'Tis more noise than Hollantide fair! But maybe 'tis fairday here to-day, only I wasn't seeing no cattle.

There for you! that man 'll upset us, seure he will.' 'Here we are, mother,' interrupted Howel, as the cab stopped in Half Moon Street.