"My sister's girl, she's run away from home. Eleri Williams. Tall, dark hair, red cap, navy blue coat. Is she working for you here?"
"Williams? No, I don't think... Wait a minute, though.. I took a new girl on a couple of days ago. Yes, Monday. We've been rather short-handed-holiday-time, you see."
"Yes, of course, syr." Llithrasai'r "syr" allan ar ei waethaf. "I believe her name's Williams. Good-looking girl. Nicely-spoken, too."
"Yes, that's Eleri. Tall and dark, syr?"
"Yes. As a matter of fact, she's rather like my own girl to look at. And about the same age."
"Eleri's seventeen."
"I thought so. Of course, this one may not be the girl you're looking for."
"Well, I haven't risen my ticket yet. Where is the best place for me to go to? Upstairs or down?" A thynnodd William Jones ei bwrs allan.
"Downstairs. We always start them downstairs. But there's no need for you to get a ticket. Come along with me." "Thanciw very much, syr."
Dilynodd y goruchwyliwr ar hyd y cyntedd hir. Llun Gary Cooper? Un da hefyd. Y gŵr hwnnw oedd ffefryn Wili John. Ronald Colman? Yr oedd yntau ymhlith yr arwyr yn oriel Wili John.
Pan aethant i mewn i dywyllwch y plas anferth, dywedai Donald Duck y drefn yn arw wrth rywun. Diawch, gallai Wili John ddynwared yr anifail hwn i'r dim, a gwnâi hynny bob nos yn ei wely.
"Nos da, Wncwl. Cysgwch yn dawel," crygleisiai'r hwyaden Gymreig wrth droi ar ei hochr i gysgu, a cheisiai William Jones ateb mewn llais tebyg.
"We'd better stand here for a moment to get used to the darkness," meddai'r goruchwyliwr. Yna troes at un o'r genethod gerllaw. "Where's the new girl who started on Monday?"
"Down there on the left, sir."
"I'd like to speak to her. Ask her to come here a minute, please."
"Yes, sir."
Gwisgai'r ferch ffrog werdd ag iddi goler uchel filwrol,
