David was not very anxious to go, but as the Revd.

Howel looked disappointed he gave in.
It had to be got over some time or other.

So they first visited the church, a building in the form of a cross, with an imposing battlemented tower.

Here David asked to inspect the registers and found therein (while the old gentleman silently prayed or sat in mute thankfulness in a sunny corner)--the record of his father's marriage to Mary Vavasour twenty-six years before (Mary was twenty-three and the Revd.

Howel forty at the time) and of his own baptism two years afterwards.
Then issuing from the church, father and son walked through the village, the father pointing out the changes for better or worse that had taken place in four years, and not noticing the vagueness of his son's memories of either persons or features in the landscape.