answered Tilly's shrill voice out of the dairy.

Brangwen looked at the table. There was a large pat of butter on a plate, almost a pound. It was round, and stamped with acorns and oak-leaves.

“Can't you come when you're wanted?” he shouted.

“Why, what d'you want?” Tilly protested, as she came peeking inquisitively through the other door.

She saw the strange woman, stared at her with cross-eyes, but said nothing.

“Haven't we any butter?” asked Brangwen again, impatiently, as if he could command some by his question.

“I tell you there's what's on t' table,” said Tilly, impatient that she was unable to create any to his demand.