At the open door stood Nance herself, looking out at the storm.

Suddenly she caught sight of Valmai, who was making a difficult progress through the soft uneven sand, and a look of surprise and pleasure came over her face.
"Oh, dear heart, is it you, indeed, come to see old Nance, and on such a day?
Come in, sweetheart, out of the storm." "The storm indeed," said Valmai, in Welsh as pure as Nance's own, as the old woman drew her in to the cottage and closed the door.

"Why, you know nothing about it on this side of the island, nothing of what it is in the village.

The boats have all been drawn up close to the road, and the waves are dancing and prancing on the beach, I can tell you." Nance loosened her cloak and hat, and smoothed her hair with her horny hands.
"There's glad I am to see you, merch fach-i, and if you have no grand friends to keep you company and no one to look after you, you have always got old Nance to love you." "Yes, I know that, Nance, indeed.

What do you think of my new frock ?" said the girl, holding out her skirt to the admiring gaze of the old woman, who went into raptures of admiration.
"Oh, there's pretty.