“But it’s only a deep hole, is it, father?”
“I cannot say. I never heard of its being explored; but there it is.”
“I’ve explored it sometimes by sending a big stone down, so as to hear it rumble and echo.”
“Yes, and I daresay hundreds of mischievous boys before you have done the same.”
“Why was it called the Ydoll mine, father?”
“I cannot say, Gwyn. Some old Celtic name, or a corruption. It has always been called so, as far as I could trace when I bought the land; and there it is, and there let it remain in peace.”
“If you please, my dear,” said Mrs Pendarve. “Will you have some more coffee and bread and butter, Gwyn?”
The boy shook his head, for there are limits even to a seaside appetite.
“Wonderful!” said the Colonel.
“What is, my dear?” said Mrs Pendarve.