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"Twenty-five, living-in, and spiffs on remnants are the wages," he said. "In the flannelette department I am and I have not been fined once. Lot of English I hear, and we call ladies madam that the wedded nor the unwedded are insulted. Boys harmless are the eight that sleep by me. Examine Nuncle of the price of Penlan."
"Religious you lived, father Sheremiah, and religious you put on a White Shirt." Then Aben spoke of the sight he had seen. The old man opened his lips, counseling: "Hish, hish, boys. Break you trenches in Penlan, Dan. Poor bad are farms without water. More than everything is water."
"Iss-iss," replied Dan. "Good is the Big Man to allow us water bach." "How speech you if I said: 'Unfasten your pond and let him flow into my ditches'?" "The land will suck him before he goes far," Dan answered. Aben departed; and he considered: "Did not Penlan belong to Sheremiah? Travel under would the water and hap spout up in my close. Nice that would be.
"Your help I seek," she said. "Poor is the reward of the Big Preacher's son in this part," Essec announced. "A lot of atheists they are." "Not pleading I have not the rent am I," said Madlen. "How if I prentice Joseph to a shop draper. Has he any odds?" "Proper that you seek," replied Essec. "Seekers we all are. Sit you. No room there is for Joseph now I am selling Penlan."
A woman named Madlen, who lived in Penlan the crumbling mud walls of which are in a nook of the narrow lane that rises from the valley of Bern was concerned about the future state of her son Joseph. Men who judged themselves worthy to counsel her gave her such counsels as these: "Blower bellows for the smith," "Cobblar clox," "Booboo for crows."
In heavy darkness he cut the halters which held Dan's cows and horses to their stalls and drove the animals into the road. He also poisoned pond Penlan, and a sheep died before it could be killed and eaten. Dan wept very sore. "Take you the old water," he said. "Fat is my sorrow." "Not religious you are," Aben censured him. "All the water is mine." "Useful he is to me," Dan replied.
Madlen made a record of Essec's scheme for Joseph; and she said also: "Proud I'll be to shout that my son bach bought Penlan." "Setting aside money am I," Joseph speedily answered. Again ambition aroused him. "Footling is he that is content with Zwanssee. Next half-holiday skurshon I'll crib in Cardiff." Joseph gained his desire, and the chronicle of his doings he sent to his mother.
"I will wag my tongue craftily and slowly," Madlen vowed as she crossed her brother-in-law's threshold. "I Shire Pembroke land is cheap," she said darkly. "Look you for a farm there," said Essec. "Pelted with offers am I for Penlan. Ninety I shall have. Poverty makes me sell very soon." "As he says." "Pretty tight is Joseph not to buy her. No care has he for his mam."
On the Sabbath they and their children walked as in procession to Sion. In accordance with his father's word, Dan dug ditches in Penlan; and against the barnyard which is at the forehead of his house water sprang up, and he caused it to run over his water-wheel into his pond. Now there fell upon this part of Cardiganshire a season of exceeding drought.
The face of the earth was as the face of a cancerous man. There was no water in any of the ditches of Rhydwen and none in those of Penlan. But the spring which Dan had found continued to yield, and from it Aben's wife took away water in pitchers and buckets; and to the pond Aben brought his animals. One day Aben spoke to Dan in this wise: "Serious sure, an old bother is this."
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