y and me are goin' too, in course.'

With deep regret and dismay I felt that I must part from her. How
well I remember that evening. I feel as now I write the delicious
summer breeze of Snowdon blowing on my forehead. The sky, which for
some time had been growing very rich, grew at every moment rarer in
colour, and glassed itself in the llyns which shone with an enjoyment
of the beauty like the magic mirrors of Snowdonian spirits. The
loveliness indeed was so bewitching that one or two of the
Gypsies--a race who are, as I had already noticed, among the few
uncultivated people that show a susceptibility to the beauties of
nature--gave a long sigh of pleasure, and lingered at the llyn of the
triple echo, to see how the soft iridescent opal brightened and
shifted into sapphire and orange, and then into green and gold. As a
small requital of her valuable services I offered her what money I
had about me, and promised to send as much more as she might require
as soon as I reached the hotel at Dolgelley, where at the moment my
portmanteau was lying in the landlord's charge.

'_Me_ take money for tryin' to find my sister, Winnie Wynne?' said
Sinfi, in astonishment more than in anger. 'Seein', reia, as I'd jist
sell everythink I've got to find her, I should like to know how many
gold balansers [sovereigns] 'ud pay me. No, reia, Winnie Wynne ain't
in Wales at all, else I'd never give up this patrin-chase. So fare ye
well;' and she held out her hand, which I grasped, reluctant to let
it go.

'Fare ye well, reia,' she repeated, as she walked swiftly away; 'I
wonder whether we shall ever meet agin.'

'Indeed, I hope so,' I said.

Her sister Videy, who with Rhona Boswell was walking near us, was
present at the parting--a bright-eyed, dark-skinned little girl, a
head shorter than Sinfi. I saw Videy's eyes glisten greedily at sight
of the gold, and, after we had parted, I was not at all surprised,
though I knew her father, Panuel Lovell, a frequenter of Raxton
fairs, to be a man of means, when she came back and said, with a
coquettish smile,

'Give the bright balansers to Lady Sinfi's poor sister, my rei; give
the balansers to the poor Gypsy, my rei.'

Rhona, however, instead of joining Videy in the prayer for
backsheesh, ran down the path in the footsteps of Sinfi.

What money I had about me I was carrying loose in my waistcoat
pocket, and I pulled it out, gold and silver together. I picked
out the sovereigns (five) and gav