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At last he ventured nearer, and laying his sweets and gingerbreads down beside her, said: "Thee'll be hungry by and by, Morva; wilt have these?"
She made up the fire, prepared the tea, with piles of buttered toast and new-laid eggs in plenty, and soon the jingling car drove into the farmyard, Gwilym Morris lifting Ann bodily out, and both assisting the old man with tender care, Morva hovering round.
"Will is going away to-morrow, mother." "Away to-morrow! so soon?" "Only for a day or two, I think." "Was that the meaning of the sigh then, Morva?" "I don't know," said the girl, pensively chasing a fly with her finger on the table. "Oh, mother! I don't know, it is all a turmoil and unrest of thoughts here," and she drew her hand over her forehead.
Are you sure there is a way round it?" "Oh, yes; I will come and show you," said Morva. "Here is mother," and Sara approached from her herb garden with round, astonished eyes. "Well, indeed!" she said; "this is a pleasant sight a lady coming to see us, and on Morva's birthday, too! Come in, 'merch i, and sit down and rest. The horse will be safe tied there to the gate."
"Yes, 'merch i, put on the milk porridge." And Morva, glad to hide her embarrassment, set about preparing the evening meal, for Gethin's eyes told the admiration which he dared not speak. His gaze followed her about as she mixed the milk and the oatmeal in the quaint old iron crochon.
"And thee ought to be too," said one of the reapers, "for I'll never forget how thee cried the day he ran away." "Well, I'll never make her cry again," said Gethin. "Art going at once, lass? Wilt not sit here and have tea with us?" and he drew his coat, which he had taken off for his work, toward her, and spread it on the hedge side. Morva laughed shyly; she was not used to such attentions.
Hallelujah! Amen! At the last words Morva stood aghast; this then was Gethin's terrible crime! "Oh! there's a boy he must have been!" said the girl, clasping her fingers as she leant over the big Bible. "Oh! dear, dear! no wonder 'n'wncwl Ebben was so angry! I don't forget how cross he was one day when I let the Bible fall; didn't his face alter!
I don't know how, but soon it will be cleared up, and the sun will shine again. Ask me no more questions, Morva, and every day will bring its own revealment." "I will ask nothing more, mother. Let us go in and boil the bwdran for supper." At the early milking next morning Ebben Owens himself came into the farmyard.
He wrote slowly and laboriously, Morva meanwhile rifling Ann's work-box for a seal. "There's beautiful writing for an old man," she said at last, as Ebben Owens toiled through the address, his tongue following every movement of the pen. "Now, here's the seal, and I will put the letter in the post at once, and then your mind will be easy."
"Oh, well, then," said Morva, not a whit daunted, "the rain and the clouds are wanted sometimes for the good of the earth, and, remember, 'tis only a thin veil they make; the sunshine is behind them all the time, filling up the blue air, and ready to shine through the least break in the clouds.
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