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When they reached the old farmyard, and passed under the elder tree where the fowls and turkeys were already roosting in rows on the branches, little Gwil bounded out to meet them, Gwilym Morris at the same moment caught them up from behind, and Ebben Owens felt that his cup of earthly happiness was refilled almost to overflowing. Gethin alone missed Morva.
When the pigs had been carried shrieking, in the usual unceremonious ear-and-tail fashion into their pens, and Bowler had been led into the "Lamb" yard, the old man looked rather forlorn and desolate as he gazed after Ann, who was making her way with little Gwil down the busy street. "'Twill be hard to bear to-day," he thought. "They are all talking about me; but 'tis not so hard as I deserve."
"Ah, we are brave companions, aren't we, Gwil?" he would sometimes ask with a tremble in his voice. "And thou lov'st thine old grandfather with all thine heart, eh?" They were sitting under the elder tree in the farmyard. "Oh, more!" said the boy, "because then we'd be two naughty boys!"
How art, lass, this long time?" said Gethin, taking her hand in his big brown palm in an awkward, shame-faced manner, and dropping it at once as if it had scorched him. "Well, indeed, Gethin. How art thou? There's glad we are to see thee. Stand still, Gwil," and she stooped to unfasten the knot which she had just tied.
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, next Sunday it shall be then," answered the preacher; "and may God turn the bitter to sweet for you, father bâch." "Oh, it will be all right for me!" said the old man again, and sitting under the big chimney after tea, Tudor and Gwil both leaning on his knees, the old peace and content seemed in some measure to have returned to him.
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