She then went out and presently returned with an infant in her arms and sat down. “Was that child born in Wales?” I demanded.
“No,” said she, “he was born at Bolton, about eighteen months ago—we have been here only a year.”
“Do many English,” said I, “marry Welsh wives?”
“A great many,” said she. “Plenty of Welsh girls are married to Englishmen at Bolton.”
“Do the Englishmen make good husbands?” said I.
The woman smiled and presently sighed.
“Her husband,” said Jones, “is fond of a glass of ale and is often at the public-house.”
“I make no complaint,” said the woman, looking somewhat angrily at John Jones.
“Is your husband a tall bulky man?” said I.
“Just so,” said the woman.