SoJohnJonesandmyselfsetoffacrosstheBerwyntovisitthebirthplaceofthegreatpoetHuwMorris。WeascendedthemountainbyAlltPaddy。Themorningwasloweringandbeforewehadhalfgottothetopitbegantorain。JohnJoneswasinhisusualgoodspirits。Suddenlytakingmebythearmhetoldmetolooktotherightacrossthegorgetoawhitehouse，whichhepointedout。
\"Whatisthereinthathouse？\"saidI。
\"Anauntofminelivesthere，\"saidhe。
Havingfrequentlyheardhimcalloldwomenhisaunts，Isaid，\"Everypooroldwomanintheneighbourhoodseemstobeyouraunt。\"
\"Thisisnopooroldwoman，\"saidhe，\"sheiscyfoethawgiawn，andonlylastweekshesentmeandmyfamilyapoundofbacon，whichwouldhavecostmesixpence—halfpenny，andaboutamonthagoameasureofwheat。\"