Dye Jones goes from his little village in the Rhonda valley to London for two weeks holiday. While he is there, he meets a girl. Two days before he is due to return home he says to the girl, "Look Floe Vach,while I been year in London, I got very fond of you see. How do you feel about getting married?" The girl says, "No Dye, I can't marry you." Dye says, "Why not? I'm a decent upstanding Welshman." The girl says, "Yes Dye, I fink you're a smashin' bloke but I can't marry you." Dye says, "Oh come on. There's nothin' we can't sort out if we don't try. What's the matter?" The girl says, "Well, I suppose I might as well tell you, you're bound to find out sometime. I'm a prostitute." Dye says,"Is that all. That doesn't matter a damn. I'm a Presbyterian. You go to your chapel, I go to mine."