“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—Tŷ Gronwy—Notable Little Girl—The Sycamore Leaf—Home from California.
The village of Pentraeth Coch occupies two sides of a romantic dell—that part of it which stands on the southern side, and which comprises the church and the little inn, is by far the prettiest, that which occupies the northern, is a poor assemblage of huts, a brook rolls at the bottom of the dell over which there is a little bridge: coming to the bridge I stopped, and looked over the side into the water running briskly below, an aged man who looked like a beggar, but who did not beg of me, stood by.
“To what place does this water run?” said I in English.