When I reached the lodge, Nancy, a stout, red-faced Welsh woman, came
out to meet me, accompanied by a troupe of wild-looking children, who
stood round and stared with open eyes and mouths, for Miss Morgan of
Tynycymmer was a great person in their eyes.
"Is my white dress ready? Nancy; I want to wear it to-morrow morning
early."
"Eh! dear, dear, Miss Gwladys," dropping a profound curtsey. "Eh!
goodness me! yes, I'll h'iron it to-night, miss. Get out of that, Tum,"
addressing her sturdy-limbed son, who had placed himself between his
mother and me.
"_I_ know what Tum wants," I said. "Here, Tum, Dai, Maggie, catch!"