cametoacollectionofhouseswhichanoldwoman，withacrackedvoiceandasmalltinmilk—pail，whomIassistedingettingoverastileintotheroad，toldmewascalledPenStrit—probablytheheadofthestreet。ShespokeEnglish，andonmyaskingherhowshehadlearnttheEnglishtongue，shetoldmethatshehadlearntitofhermotherwhowasanEnglishwoman。ShesaidthatIwastwomilesfromLlanRhyadr，andthatImustgostraightforward。IdidsotillIreachedaplacewheretheroadbranchedintotwo，onebearingsomewhattotheleft，andtheothertotheright。AfterstandingaminuteinperplexityItooktheright—handroad，butsoonguessedthatIhadtakenthewrongone，astheroaddwindledintoamerefootpath。HearingsomeonewalkingontheothersideofthehedgeIinquiredinWelshwhetherIwasgoingrightforLlanRhyadr，andwasansweredbyavoiceinEnglish，apparentlythatofawoman，thatIwasnot，andthatImustgoback。Ididso，andpresentlyawomancamethroughagatetome。
\"Areyoutheperson，\"saidI，\"whojustnowansweredmeinEnglishafterIhadspokeninWelsh？\"
\"IntruthIam，\"saidshe，withahalflaugh。
\"AndhowcameyoutoanswermeinEnglishafterIhadspokentoyouinWelsh？\"
\"Because，\"saidshe，\"itwaseasyenoughtoknowbyyourvoicethatyouwereanEnglishman。\"