'
But still she said nothing about her wedding, though that some such
mad idea as that suggested by Rhona possessed her mind was manifest
enough.
'Here we are at last,' she said, when we reached the pool for which
we were bound; and setting down her little basket she stood and
looked over to the valley beneath.
The colours were coming more quickly every minute, and the entire
picture was exactly the same as that which I had seen on the morning
when we last saw Winifred on the hills, so unlike the misty panorama
that Snowdon usually presents. Y Wyddfa was silhouetted against the
sky, and looked as narrow and as steep as the sides of an acorn. Here
we halted and set down our basket.
As we did so she said, 'Hark! the Knockers! Don't you hear them?
Listen, listen!'
I did listen, and I seemed to hear a peculiar sound as of a distant
knocking against the rocks by some soft substance. She saw that I
heard the noise.
'That's the Snowdon spirits as guards more copper mines than ever
yet's been found. And they're dwarfs. I've seed 'em, and Winnie has.
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