we seed her on the hills, he met
her close to Carnarvon at break of day.'

'Then she _did_ go to Carnarvon,' I said. 'What a distance for those
dear feet!'

'Euri knowed her by sight,' said Sinfi, 'but didn't know about her
bein' under the cuss, so he jist let her pass, sayin' to hisself,
"She looks jist like a crazy wench this mornin', does Winnie Wynne."
Euri was a-goin' through Carnarvon to Bangor, on to Conway and
Chester, and never heerd a word about her bein' lost till he got
back, six weeks ago.'

'I must go to Carnarvon at once,' said I.

'No use, brother,' said Sinfi. 'If _I_ han't pretty well worked
Carnarvon, it's a pity. I've bin there the last three weeks on the
patrin-chase, and not a patrin could I find. It's my belief as she
never went into Carnarvon town at all, but turned off and went into
Llanbeblig churchyard.'

'Why do you think so, Sinfi?'

''Cause her aunt, bein' a Carnarvon woman, was buried among her own
kin in Llanbeblig churchyard.

Leastwise, you won't find a ghose of a trace on her at Carnarvon, and
it'll be a long kind of a wild-goose chase from here; but if you
will go, go you must.'

She could not dissuade me from starting for Carnarvon at once; and,
as I would go, she seemed to take it as a matter of course that she
must accompany me. Our journey was partly by coach and partly afoot.

My first impulse on nearing Carnarvon was to go--I could not have
said why--to Llanbeblig churchyard.

Among a group of graves of the Davieses we easily found that of
Winifred's aunt, beneath a newly-planted arbutus tree. After looking
at the modest mound for some time, and wondering where Winifred had
stood when the coffin was lowered--as I had wondered where she had
stood at St. Winifred's Well--I roamed about the churchyard with
Sinfi in silence for a time.

At last she said, 'I mind comin' here wonst with Winnie, and I mind
her sayin': "There's no place I should so much like to be buried in
as Llanbeblig churchyard. The graves of them as die unmarried do look
so beautiful."'

'How did she know the graves of those who die unmarried?'

Sinfi looked over the churchyard and waved her hand.

'Wherever you see them beautiful primroses, and them shinin'
snowdrops, and them sweet-smellin' vi'lets, that's allus the grave of
a child or else of a young Gorgie as died a maid; and wherever you
see them laurel trees, and box trees, and 'butus trees, that's the
grave of a pusson as ain't nuther ch