I'll help you out of your difficulties, but you must let me see her." "All right!--to-morrow!" said Cardo, as they neared Brynderyn.
When their voices reached the Vicar's ears, he paused in his reading, and a look of pleasure softened his white face, but only for an instant, for as the young men passed the window a dark and mournful look chased away the momentary softness.
"Soon!" he said, "soon I will tell him he ought to be prepared--I _will_ tell him!" It was no easy matter next day to find Valmai, though Cardo and Gwynne Ellis sought for her over shore and cliff and by the brawling Berwen.
They were returning disconsolate through the turnip fields at noon, when Cardo caught sight of a red spot in the middle of a corn-field.
"There she is, Ellis," he said, turning round; "have we time to go back ?" "What! that little scarlet poppy in the corn ?" "Yes; it is Valmai's red hood; she wears it sometimes, and sometimes a broad-brimmed white hat." Ellis looked at his watch.
"Too late to go back now; it is close upon one o'clock." "Deucedly provoking!" said Cardo; "we will try again after dinner." But after dinner they seemed to be no more successful, although they found their way into the very field where they had seen the red hood.
"Let us follow the path," said Ellis stoutly; "it seems to lead straight by the back of the house, and that old ivy-covered barn looks tempting, and suggestive of a beautiful sketch." Cardo hesitated.
"Come along, Cardo; not all the Methodist preachers in the world can frighten me back when I am on the track of a pretty picture." In the old ivy-covered barn they found Valmai.

The big door was open, and in the dim, blue light of the shady interior, Shoni and she were busily engaged with Corwen, who had been ailing since the previous evening.

Ellis was instantly struck by the picturesque beauty of the group before him.

Corwen, standing with drooping head, and rather enjoying her extra petting; Shoni, with his brawny limbs and red hair, patting her soft, white flanks, and trying, with cheerful chirrups, to make her believe she was quite well again.

Valmai stood at her head, with one arm thrown round her favourite's neck, while she kissed the curly, white forehead, and cooed words of endearment into the soft, velvet ears.
"Darling beauty! Corwen fach!" Here Gwynne Ellis, irresistibly attracted by the scene before him, boldly entered the barn.
The girl looked up surprised as he approached, hat in hand.
"A thousand apologies," he said, "for this intrusion; but my friend and I were roaming about in search of something to paint, and my good fortune led me here; and again I can only beg a hundred pardons." "One is enough," said Shoni sulkily.