'Does her father think so?'
'Her daddy says it ain't Sinfi as is goin' to be married; but I think
it's Sinfi! An' you'll know all about it the day arter to-morrow.'
And she tripped away in the direction of the camp.
Lost in a whirl of thoughts and speculations, I turned into Fairy
Glen. And now, below me, lay the rocky dell so dearly beloved by
Winnie; and there I walked in such a magic web of light and shade as
can only be seen in that glen when the moon hangs over it in a
certain position.
I descended the steps to the stream and sat down for a time on one
of the great boulders and asked myself if this was the very boulder
on which Winnie used to sit when she conjured up her childish
visions of fairyland. And by that sweet thought the beauty of the
scene became intensified. There, while the unbroken torrent of
the Conway--glittering along the narrow gorge of the glen between
silvered walls of rock as upright as the turreted bastions of a
castle--seemed to flash a kind of phosphorescent light of its own
upon the flowers and plants and sparsely scattered trees along the
sides, I sat and passed into Winifred's own dream, and the Tylwyth
Teg, which to Winnie represented Oberon and Titania and the whole
group of fairies, swept before me.
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