'If it hadn't been for Mr. Davis, the carrier wouldn't have taken us.'
'No,' said the farmer, looking pleased. 'I can't say as I think he would.'
But Kathleen could not join in thanking him. She was tired and cross, and not a little annoyed at having to make their appearance at Ty-gwyn in such ignominious fashion.
'It's really a shame of Aunt Clotilda,' she said. 'I do wish we hadn't come. I hate Wales already.'
[CHAPTER VI.]
THE WHITE HOUSE AT LAST.
eville and the old farmer and the carrier all helped Kathleen up into the van, where John Williams had made her as comfortable a place as he could on the bench that was fixed at one end, with some of the sacks to lean against, and some to put her feet upon. Neville undid his railway rug and wrapped it round her, for the rain had made the air very chilly. The trunks were given into the charge of the porter to be fetched the next day, as Miss Clotilda might direct, and with repeated thanks from Neville to the old farmer, and a cordial shake of the hand at parting, off they set.