.

"Now, what shall I give you?" said Sara. "A cup of milk, or a cup of
tea? or, I have some meth here in the corner. My bees are busy on the
wild thyme and furze, you see, so we have plenty of honey for our meth."

"I would like a cup of meth," said Gwenda; and as she drank the
delicious sparkling beverage, Sara gazed at her with such evident
interest that she was constrained to ask:

"Why do you look at me so?"

"Because I think I have seen you before," said the old woman.

"Not likely," replied Gwenda, "unless in the streets at Castell On."

"I have not been there for twenty years," said Sara. "It must be in my
dreams, then."

"Perhaps! What delicious meth! Who would think there was room for
house and garden scooped out on the moor here; and such a dear
sheltered hollow."

Sara smiled.

"Yes; we are safe and peaceful here."

Morva had taken the opportunity of doffing her necklace and placing it
in the box.

"I am going to show the young lady the way to Garthowen, mother."

"Yes; it is easy from there to Castell On," said Sara; "the farm lane
will lead you into the high road. But 'tis many, many years since I
have been that way."

The chat fell into quite a friendly and familiar groove, for Sara and
Morva knew nothing of the restraints of class and conventionality.

"I am so glad I came; but I must go now," said Gwenda, rising at last.
"My name is Gwenda Vaughan," she added, turning to Morva. "What is
yours?"

"Mine is Morva Lloyd; but I am generally called Morva of the Moor, I
think. Mother's is Sara."

"Good-bye, and thank you very much," said Gwenda, and Sara held her
hand a moment between her own soft palms, while she looked into the
girl's face.

"You have a sweet, good face," she said. "Thank you for coming, 'merch
i; in some way you will bring us good."

And again that strangely happy feeling came over Gwenda. Rounding the
Cribserth, the two girls soon reached Garthowen. It was afternoon, and
drawing near tea-time. Ebben Owens was already sitting on the settle
in the best kitchen, waiting for it, when the sound of voices without
attracted his attention.

"Caton pawb!" he said, "a lady, and Morva is bringing her."

Ann hastened to the front door, and Morva led the horse away, knowing
well that she was leaving the visitor in hospitable hands.

"I am Miss Vaughan of Nantmyny! I have been out hunting today, and on
the top of the hill I felt so tired that I made up my mind to