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"By Berwen's banks h sun and shade," and she paused to peep into the pitcher, but finding it only half full,

continued: "And as she carolled loud and clear

The little birds flen to hear"

"By Berwen's banks the stor it on her side, she carried it

hooat When she returned with her

bowl of rich milk, Val and arranging the little room; the hearth had been swept and

the tea-things laid on the quaint little round table, whose black

shining surface and curved legs would have delighted the heart of a

collector of antique furniture

"Oh, calon fâch! to think your little white hands have been working

for me! Noill cut the bread and butter thin, thin--as befits a

lady like you; and sorry I aet

the beautiful white cakes and the white sugar you gave me at Dinas the

other day! And your uncle, how is he?"

"Quite well; gone to Pen Morien, and not co home till to-morrow;

but tell o--when I

was born"