He had received her with such warmth, and had so evidently taken her into his life, that the friendless girl had opened her heart wide to him; and as his rough, hairy hand rested on the window of the carriage in which she sat, she pressed her lips upon it in a loving good-bye.
There were tears in the kind old eyes, as he stood waiting for the train to move.
"Won't you write, sometimes, uncle ?" she asked.
"Well, Ay won't promise that, indeed, may dear; for there's nothing Ay hate more than wrayting a letter; but Ay'll come and see you as soon as you have a house of your own.

And don't you forget to look out for a little cottage for me at Abersethin.

Ay'm determined to end my days near you, and _you know who_." "Oh! there's lovely it will be, uncle, to have you to run to whenever anything vexes me, but nothing ever will vex me then." "No, no; of course, may dear, we'll all be jolly together.

Good-bay, good-bay." And the train moved out of the station.
Two months afterwards we find Valmai at Dinas, and reading to her Uncle Essec as usual.

She busied herself with the preparations for tea, lighting the lamp and placing the buttered toast in front of the fire until he should awake from his dreams, and descend to real life.