But in the cattle-market she shrank from the press of men, all men, all in heavy, filthy boots, and leathern leggins. And the road underfoot was all nasty with cow-muck. And it frightened her to see the cattle in the square pens, so many horns, and so little enclosure, and such a madness of men and a yelling of drovers. Also she felt her father was embarrassed by her, and ill-at-ease.

He brought her a cake at the refreshment-booth, and set her on a seat.

A man hailed him.

“Good morning, Tom. That thine, then?” — and the bearded farmer jerked his head at Anna.

“Ay,” said Brangwen, deprecating.

“I did-na know tha'd one that old.”