“None whatever,” said he, “you have only to pass over the bridge of the Traeth, and to go due north for about four miles, and you will find yourself in Llanfair.”
“What kind of place is it?” said I.
“A poor straggling village,” said Mr Pritchard.
“Shall I be able to obtain a lodging there for the night?” said I.
“Scarcely one such as you would like,” said Hugh.
“And where had I best pass the night?” I demanded.
“We can accommodate you comfortably here,” said Mr Pritchard, “provided you have no objection to come back.”
I told him that I should be only too happy, and forthwith departed, glad at heart that I had secured a comfortable lodging for the night.
CHAPTER XXXII
Leave Pentraeth—Tranquil Scene—The Knoll—The Miller and his Wife—Poetry of Gronwy—Kind Offer—Church of Llanfair—No English—Confusion of Ideas—The Gronwy—Notable Little Girl—The Sycamore Leaf—Home from California.