But I almost fancied I saw that pretty young 'ooman that lives with you yesterday morning.

She was too shabby, or I should have been seure of the face.

Only when she saw me she turned away and went on.' 'Which way ?' 'Oh, down the Carmarthen road, seure.' 'You'll excuse my hurrying on, Mrs Davies; I want to call at Lewis, Dryslwyn.' 'To be seure.

Good morning, Mr Prothero.' The worthy farmer rode off at a gallop, till he was more than out of sight of Mrs Davies.

He stopped at a tidy cottage to speak to an old woman who was washing at the door.
'Did you chance to see a strange young 'ooman go by here yesterday, early ?' he asked.
'What young 'ooman ?' was the rejoinder.
'Rather shabbily dressed, with blue eyes, and a very pale face ?' 'Had she a big black dog along, sir ?' asked a boy who came from within the house.
'I think she had.' 'Then granny gave her a cup of tea when she asked for some water, and I gave the dog a piece of my bread and cheese,' said the boy.
'There's sixpence for you, my lad,' said Mr Prothero.