Llandudno

A few years ago I saw two persons playing mills in a hotel in Llandudno; and my heart went out to them.

He was famous, on summer Sundays, on the pier at Llandudno, in white flannels.

His recitals to her of the existence led by betrothed lovers at Llandudno were vague.

At any rate, people who had visited Llandudno yearly for twenty-five years declared that never had they witnessed such a storm.

Other people were near the bookstall, and as these people were obviously leaving Llandudno, Ruth and Nellie felt a certain solace.