“The name of our house is Helyg.”
“And what is the name of that hill?” said I, pointing to the hill of the precipice.
“Allt y Gôg—the high place of the cuckoo.”
“Have you a father and mother?”
“We have.”
“Are they in the house?”
“They have gone to Capel Curig.”
“And they left you alone?”
“They did. With the cat and the trin-wire.”
“Do your father and mother make wire-work?”