Myself.—That is a fine name.
Lad.—It is, sir; I have heard my father say that it was the name of a king.
Myself.—What is your father?
Lad.—A farmer, sir.
Myself.—Does he farm his own land?
Lad.—He does not, sir; he is tenant to Mr Price of Hiwlas.
Myself.—Do you live far from Bala?
Lad.—Not very far, sir.
Myself.—Are you going home now?
Lad.—I am not, sir; our home is on the other side of Bala. I am going to see a relation up the road.