Aunt 'Lisbeth, I will turn back.

Father will be after me.

It is too bad,' sobs Netta.
'We are near by now, Netta, fach.

Come you!' The little woman quickened her pace into a short run to keep up with Netta.
'Here's the turnpike; we'll be at Tynewydd 'rectly.' 'I see Tynewydd,' says Netta, straining her eyes to catch sight of some object far down the road; 'there is no carriage--I am sure there is none.

Cousin Howel ought to be ashamed of himself.' Netta runs on very fast, leaving Mrs Jenkins far behind, until she reaches the turning to a lane that leads to a little farm called 'Tynewydd.' She bursts out crying, and stamps her foot as she exclaims,-- 'Does he think he's going to do what he likes with me because he's rich?
I'll tell him he shall wait for me, I will!' Hereupon she turns back and runs faster than before towards Mrs Jenkins.
'Come you, Netta, fach! He'll be here by now.