The next day she went away, and took your little sister with her.

Oh! there's crying your mother was at losing one of her little ones; but your father persuaded her it was for the best." "And what was the English lady's name ?" asked Valmai.
"Oh! my dear, ask it not; the hardest word you ever heard, and the longest; I could never twist my tongue round it.

It is with me somewhere written out on paper, and her directions, and if she ever moved to another place she would write and tell us, she said; but that was not likely to be, because she went to her father's and grandfather's old home, and she has never written to anyone since, as far as I know." "Well, indeed," said Valmai, looking thoughtfully into the glowing embers, "I should like to see my sister, whatever." "Twt, twt," said the old woman, "there's no need for you to trouble your head about her; she has never troubled to seek you." "Does she know about me, do you think ?" "That I can't tell, of course," said Nance, going to the door to have another look at the storm.

"Ach y fi! it's like a boiling pot," she said; "you can never go home to-night, my child." "Oh, yes, indeed I must; I would not be away from home in my uncle's absence for the world," said Valmai, joining the old woman at the door, and looking out rather anxiously at the angry sea.

"Oh, when the tide goes down at nine o'clock the moon will be up, and perhaps the storm will be over." They sat chatting over the fire until the evening shadows fell, and the moon shone fitfully between the scudding clouds.
Meanwhile Cardo had ridden in to Llanython.