ng his
wings and crowing at me contemptuously.

'The place I think she liked most of all wur that very pool where she
and you breakfasted together on that morning.'

'Were there no other favourite places?'

'Yes, there wur the Fairy Glen; she wur very fond of that. And there
wur the Swallow Falls; she wur very fond of them. And there wur a
place on the Beddgelert pathway, up from the Carnarvon road, about
two miles from Beddgelert. There is a great bit of rock there where
she used to love to sit and look across towards Anglesey. And talking
about that place reminds me, brother, that our people and the
Boswells and a lot more are camped on the Carnarvon road just where
the pathway up Snowdon begins. And I wur told yesterday by a
'quaintance of mine as I seed outside the bungalow that daddy and
Videy had joined them. Shouldn't we go and see 'em?'

This exactly fitted in with the thoughts and projects that had
suddenly come to me, and it was arranged that we should start for the
encampment next morning.

As we were leaving the bungalow the next day, I said to Sinfi, 'You
are not taking your crwth.'

'Crwth! we sha'n't want that.'

'Your people are very fond of music, you know. Your father is very
fond of a musical tea.'

'So he is. I'll take it,' said Sinfi.

IV

When we reached the camping-place on the Carnarvon road we found a
very jolly party. Panuel had had some very successful dealings, and
he was slightly market-merry. He said to Videy, 'Make the tea, Vi,
and let Sinfi hev' hern fust, so that she can play on the Welsh
fiddle while the rest on us are getting ourn. It'll seem jist like
Chester Fair with Jim Burton scrapin' in the dancin' booth to heel
and toe.'

Sinfi soon finished her tea, and began to play some merry dancing
airs, which set Rhona Boswell's limbs twittering till she spilt her
tea in her lap. Then, laughing at the catastrophe, she sprang up
saying, 'I'll dance myself dry,' and began dancing on the sward.

After tea was over the party got too boisterous for Sinfi's taste,
and she said to me, 'Let's slip away, brother, and go up the pathway,
and I'll show you Winnie's favourite place.'

This proposal met my wishes entirely, and under the pretence of going
to look at something on the Carnarvon road we managed to escape from
the party, Sinfi still carrying her crwth and bow. She then led the
way up a slope green with grass and moss. We did not talk till we had
passed the slate quarry.