"But why do you say a bad word when I tell you my uncle's name ?" "A bad word?
In your presence?
Not for the world! But I could not help thinking how shocked my father and your uncle would be to see us walking together." "Yes, I think, indeed," said the girl, opening a little basket and spreading its contents on the low wall.

"See!" she said, in almost childish tones, and turning her face straight to the moonlight.
Cardo saw, as he looked down at her, that it was a beautiful face.
"See!" she said, "gingerbread that I bought in that old street they call 'The Mwntroyd.' Here is a silver ship, and here is a gold watch, and a golden girl.

Which will you have ?" "Well, indeed, I am as hungry as a hunter," said Cardo.

"I will have the lassie, if you are sure you have enough for two." "Anwl! anwl! I have a lamb and a sheep and some little pigs in my basket." And she proceeded to spread them out and divide them; and they continued to chat as they ate their gilded gingerbread.
"Suppose your uncle and my father knew we were standing on the same bridge and looking at the same moon," said Cardo, laughing.
"And eating the same gingerbread," added Valmai.
"My word! There would be wrath." "Wrath ?" said the girl, looking thoughtfully up in her companion's face; "what is that ?" "Oh, something no one could feel towards you.

'Wrath' is anger." "My uncle is angry sometimes with me, and--too--with--with--" "My father, I suppose ?" said Cardo.
"Yes, indeed," said the girl; "that is true, whatever.