Gwladys did not answer for some time, till her mother spoke again.
"Didst think Ivor Parry would ever have taken a fancy to Gwen?"
"Oh, mother, no! never such a thing came to my thoughts! Ivor Parry! no, no, he never thinks of such things!"
[[1]] The thin dark green seaweed, known to the learned as ulva latissima. When boiled down, it is mixed with oatmeal, and fried in butter.
[[2]] Peeping.
[[3]] Well, indeed!
CHAPTER II.
HUGH MORGAN.
"Blodau'r flwyddin yw f'anwylyd,
Ebrill, Mai, Mehefin hefyd.
Ma'i fel yr haul 'n'twynu ar gy scod,
A gwenithen y genethod."
—Old Ballad.
"My love has every charm of weather,
April, May, and June together.
She's like the sunshine after rain)
She's like the full ear's ripest grain."
—Trans.