“Does it mean the Crag of the frightful look?”
“It does, sir,” said the woman; “ah, I see you understand Welsh. Sometimes it is called Allt Traeth.”
“The high place of the sandy channel,” said I. “Did the sea ever come up here?”
“I can’t say, sir; perhaps it did; who knows?”
“I shouldn’t wonder,” said I, “if there was once an arm of the sea between that crag and this hill. Thank you! Farewell!”
“Then you won’t walk in, sir?”
“Not to drink tea,” said I; “tea is a good thing at a proper time, but were I to drink it now it would make me ill.”
“Pray, sir, walk in,” said the woman, “and perhaps I can accommodate you.”
“Then you have ale?” said I.
“No, sir; not a drop; but perhaps I can set something before you which you will like as well.”