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He had nodded at her in a nonchalant manner, with a kindly, "Well, Morva!" in passing, just as he had done to Magw and Shan, but further than that had not spoken to her again, though his eyes followed her everywhere as she moved about her household duties. "Prettier than ever!" he thought. "My word! there is not one of the Llaniago young ladies fit to tie her shoe!"
With eagerness like a child's she followed every dash, every scrape, and every fling of the dance, and when it was ended, and Gethin returned, laughing and panting, to his seat on the barrow, alas! alas! he had danced into her very heart. "Oh! there's handsome he is!" said Magw, the dairymaid, with a sigh; and Morva echoed the sentiment, though she did not give it utterance.
"Where can Gethin be?" said Ann again; "not back from the mountain?" and Magw was sent to the top of the garden to call him, which she did with such stentorian tones that his name flew backwards and forwards across the valley, but no Gethin came. Breakfast over, the big Bible was placed before Ebben Owens as usual, and all the farm servants assembled for prayers.
"Have the cows been milked?" asked Gethin, casting his eyes again over the farmyard. "Oh, yes," said Magw, "while you were in the barn, Morva helped me, and ran home directly; she said her mother wanted her." All the morning she was absent, and nobody noticed it except Gethin, and Gwilym Morris, who, with his calm, observant eyes, had long discovered the secret of their love for each other.
"Yes," said Ann, smiling, "Magw will see to them while we are at church." Mr. Price stayed to tea this time, and satisfied the old man's heart by his praises of his son. On his departure Ebben Owens sat down at once to indite a letter to Will, informing him of the great happiness it had given him to hear of his intention to preach at Castell On.
The following market day was a trying ordeal to him, but one from which he did not flinch. At breakfast no one suggested the usual journey into Castell On, until Ebben himself called to Magw as she passed through the kitchen. "Tell them to harness Bowler, and put the two pigs in the car. I'll sell them to-day if I can." "I will come too," said Ann, "and take little Gwil to have a new cap.
"Well, Bendigedig!" said Magw under her breath, as crossing the farmyard she met Mr. Price the vicar making his way through the stubble to the house-door, "well, Bendigedig! there's grand we are getting. Day before yesterday a lady on horseback, to-day Price the vicare coming to see the mishteer! Well, well!
"No, no," said Ann, "Magw will take care of him at home." Gwilym helped the old man to change his coat. "Where are his gloves, Ann, and his best hat? There's grand he'll be!" But there was no answering smile on his father-in-law's face. "Twt, twt," he said, "there is no need of gloves for me, and I won't wear my best hat, give me my old one."
Magw, the house servant, was often out under the stars, but she paid more attention to the stubble in the farmyard than to the glittering spangled sky above her. Dyc "pigstye" often passed over the cliffs and up the moor, but his own whistle, the bleat of the sheep, the lowing of the herds, were more to him than the whispers of the sea or the singing of the larks.
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