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rain-bound tourist lady, and the hall unhaunted of 

 her husband. 



In half an hour a great part of the sopping bulk 

 that had paused, dripping, in the hall while the 

 landlady decided to take a trade risk and admit it 

 as guests, had been transferred to the kitchen in 

 armfuls, to the laundress in yet further armfuls, 

 and what remained (in my case) was in bed, drink- 

 ing hot tea that was yellow with cream. The 

 remnant of Miss O'Flannigan was draped with 

 gloomy grace in plaid-shawls of Dissenting Chapel 

 odour, lent, to the best of our remembrance, by the 

 chambermaid's mother. 



" Not by appointment do we meet delight and 



joy, They heed not our expectancy " And so 



also not by appointment do we meet the ideal 

 chambermaid — unless, indeed, we are fortunate 

 enough to be her young man — but we met her 

 that afternoon at the Glan Aber Hotel, and hope 

 some day to do it again. 



It was late that evening before the hold-alls 

 arrived from Llanberis, and therefore our toilettes 



