It _can't_ be
the funny un,' added she, laughing.
'But where's the wedding to take place?'
'I can't say as I knows ezackly,' said Rhona; 'but I thinks it's by
Knockers' Llyn if it ain't on the top o' Snowdon.'
'Good heavens, girl!' I said. 'What on earth makes you think that?
That pretty little head of yours is stuffed with the wildest
nonsense. I ran make nothing out of you, so good-night. Tell her I'll
be there.'
And I was leaving her to walk down the lane when I turned back and
said, 'How long has Sinfi been at the camp?'
'On'y jist come. She's bin away from us for a long while,' said
Rhona.
And then she looked as if she was tempted to reveal some secret that
she was bound not to tell.
'Sinfi's been very bad,' she went on, 'but she's better now. Her
daddy says she's under a cuss. She's been a-wastin' away like, but
she's better now.'
'So it's Sinfi who is under a curse now,' I said to myself. 'I
suppose Superstition has at last turned her brain. This perhaps
explains Rhona's mad story.'
'Does anybody but you think she's going to be married?' I asked her.
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