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She took a long look at the baby, who lay with flushed face on Nance's

knees, and ran with all speed across the Rock-Bridge, fro street of Abersethin, and

through the shady lane, which led to the doctor's house

There was great peering and peeping froress between the heaps of straw in the farm-yard to the

back door, which stood open The doctor's wife, who had her arms up to

her elbows in curds and whey, looked up from her cheese-tub as she

appeared at the door

"Dear me, Miss Powell! Well, indeed, what's the hes cohes; "he is gone to Brynderyn Mr

Wynne is not well Grieving, they say, about his son"

Valhes was pleased with her success

"When will he be back, d' you think?"

"Not till evening, I'm afraid But there's Mr Francis, the

assistant--shall I call hio with Miss Powell, to see--h'reat interest in on Ynysoer?"

"Yes, certainly," said the young assistant, colouring, for he had heard

Val seen her, was now rather bewildered by

her beauty, and the aardness of the situation

"Oh, thank you; can you co man "Is the child very ill?"