You must get the ladder and go up.

It is many a long year since I have climbed up there." But Valmai's agile limbs found no great difficulty in reaching the brown boards which lay loosely across the rafters.
"Now, straight along, my dear." "It is very dark, but I have found it," and coming down the ladder backwards, she placed the cracked and dust-begrimed teapot on the table.

"Oh, how brown and faded the papers are! Nance, what is this?
I do believe it is your marriage certificate!" "Very likely, my dear, and you will find the bill for my husband's funeral, too; and a pattern of my scarlet 'mantell,' the one I nursed my children in; oh! I thought a lot of that, and here it is still, you see, folded over my shoulders." "What is this?
You had bad ink, but I think it must be the address.
Let me see, here is 'Mrs.Besborough Power.'" "I knew it was a hard, long name," said the old woman.
"'Carne,' but the last word, oh, Nance, what is it?
It begins with M o, and ends with r e--r e is the end of the shire, of course.
Merionithshire?
No, it is M o, so must be Monmouthshire or Montgomeryshire, stay, there is a t in the middle.

Mrs.Besborough Power, Carne--I will try Carne anyway," and next day she wrote to her sister addressing the letter: Miss Gwladys Powell, c/o Mrs.Besborough Power, Carne, Montgomeryshire.
In a few days her letter was returned.
"Not known," said Valmai; "then we have not read the address aright.

I will go myself, Nance.