It was when the _Utopia_-readers had been at the "Montgomery" rather more than half their time that the first bruit went abroad of the jollification that presently made memorable the eve of their departure. Nor was this jollification to be confined to their own set. All (as afterwards at the Llanyglo P.S.A. Meetings) were to be welcome. The project was talked over, at first informally at the Llanyglo Stores, afterwards more seriously at the "Montgomery"; and a few days later the rumour was confirmed by print. Eesaac Oliver Gruffydd and Hugh Morgan distributed a number of handbills, thrusting them into folk's hands in the stake-and-wire-enclosed streets, pushing them under doors, and even entering that Reservation on the shore where the Cambrians sat stiffly, reading their novels, toying with their fancy-work, or dozing after lunch. Then, on the land-agents' blackboards and in the windows of the Llanyglo Stores, larger bills appeared. Large bills and small alike read as follows: _Llanyglo Holiday Camp, July, 1887._ THE AIGBURTH STREET AND CHOW BENT SQUARE UNITED READING CIRCLES beg to announce that a GRAND POW-WOW will be held in the Dinas, the Trwyn, Llanyglo, on Friday Evening, the 22nd, at 8.30 sharp. BRING YOUR REFRESHMENTS! BRING YOUR VOICE LOZENGES! BRING YOUR MUSIC! BRING YOUR LANTERNS! BRING YOUR FRIENDS! Visitors and Residents alike are Welcome! _Songs!! Recitations!!! Short Speeches!!!!_ LADIES SPECIALLY INVITED! _Grand Chief:_ _Deputy Grand Chief:_ BARRY TOPHAM, Esqr. HOWELL GRUFFYDD, Esqr. Committee: ................ ................ ................ The Proceedings will open with the singing of "_God Save the People_," and will close with "_Hen Wlad fy Nhadau_." * * * * * EDWARD JONES, PRINTER, PORTH NEIGR. 0616. "Boy!" called Raymond Briggs, as Eesaac Oliver, having distributed this announcement to the occupants of the Reservation, was passing on; and Eesaac Oliver turned. "Pick those papers up at once!" Raymond ordered, pointing to a litter of handbills where the wavelets lapped the marge of seaweed. Then, over his shoulder to Philip Lacey, who reclined almost horizontally in the next deck-chair: "Making a mess of the beach like that! Paper wherever you go; they're as bad as a lot of trippers! Can't make out what you see in that fellow Topham----" Philip, who was frowning over the handbill, spoke, also over his shoulder.--"You going to this?" Raymond gave a short laugh.--"Me?" It was almost as if he said, "I didn't ask them to dinner, my dear man! _I'm_ perfectly free to stop away!"