her
people。 At evening； towards six o'clock； Anna very often went
across the lane to the stile； lifted Ursula over into the field；
with a： 〃Go and meet Daddy。〃 Then Brangwen； ing up the steep
round of the hill； would see before him on the brow of the path
a tiny； tottering； windblown little mite with a dark head； who；
as soon as she saw him； would e running in tiny； wild；
windmill fashion； lifting her arms up and down to him； down the
steep hill。 His heart leapt up； he ran his fastest to her； to
catch her； because he knew she would fall。 She came fluttering
on； wildly； with her little limbs flying。 And he was glad when
he caught her up in his arms。 Once she fell as she came flying
to him； he saw her pitch forward suddenly as she was running
with her hands lifted to him； and when he picked her up； her
mouth was bleeding。 He could never bear to think of it； he
always wanted to cry； even when he was an old man and she had
bee a stranger to him。 How he loved that little
Ursula！……his heart had been sharply seared for her； when he
was a youth； first married。
When she was a little older； he would see her recklessly
climbing over the bars of the stile； in her red pinafore；
swinging in peril and tumbling over； picking herself up and
flitting towards him。 Sometimes she liked to ride on his
shoulder； sometimes she preferred to walk with his hand；
sometimes she would fling her arms round his legs for a moment；
then race free again； whilst he went shouting and calling to
her； a child along with her。 He was still only a tall； thin；
unsettled lad of twenty…two。
It was he who had made her her