'We don't want it explained,' he said. 'It's much more interesting to fancy what it could mean—like—like the dreams in the Bible, you know.'
'You're very irreverent, Neville,' said Kathie.
'I'm not,' said Neville. 'Dreams do come sometimes that mean things.'
'But I can't think what the stuff in my pocket could be,' said Philippa; and neither of the others could help her to an idea.
'I think,' said Neville, 'we'd better be going on to old Davis's. It's about twenty minutes' walk from here.'
'Very well,' said the little girls; and they set off, Philippa declaring that she was now 'quite, quite rested.'
They were heartily welcomed at Dol-bach. Mr. Davis introduced his wife, who was as pleasant-looking for an old woman as he for an old man. He had been 'hoping they'd look in some of these days,' he said; and Mrs. Davis had evidently heard all about them, though she, and Mr. Davis too for that matter, looked puzzled as to where Philippa had come from. They were very much interested to hear all about her, and congratulated her on having had a pleasanter ending to her journey than had fallen to the share of her friends.
'It didn't seem so far a way from Hafod to Ty-gwyn yesterday as in the carrier's cart, did it, sir?' said Davis to Neville. 'But the road's a deal better than in my young days; and Mrs. Wynne, she's many a time told us how her mother—the Captain's great-aunt she'd be—never went to Hafod but once a year, and thought a long time about it before she did that. She was a clever lady too—you'll have seen the chairs she worked—wasn't it chairs?' he added, turning to his wife.
'Yes, indeed,' she said. 'Your aunty's not showed them to you? Ah, well, she must feel it hard, things being as they are. But our lady,—that's what we call Mrs. Wynne,—she was handy with her fingers too. I can show you the present she brought me last Christmas as ever was.'
'Oh, yes!' Kathie exclaimed. 'The pincushion! Mr. Davis told us of it.'