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Updated: June 27, 2025
At the bottom of the bag from which Gethin drew his treasures, lay the little painted box containing Morva's necklace. "Where's Morva?" he asked. "I've got something for her, too." "Oh, well," said Will, "thou art a generous man and a rich, I should think! Perhaps thou hast one for Dyc 'pigstye' and Sara ''spridion' too." "Dyc 'pigstye'; no!
"Yes, yes, the sailor's hornpipe proper," said Robin; and he struck up the time with spirit, and Gethin began the dance with equal vigour. The company looked on with breathless admiration, Neddy with critical nods of approval; but Morva's delight was indescribable.
Will seemed relieved at this solving of his difficulties, but Gethin was not so satisfied; he roamed the market discontentedly, filling his pockets with sweets and gingerbread. Many times that day he peered through the crowd into the corner out of the sun, where Morva's purple blooms made a grand show.
I stopped a minute outside Ann and Morva's room. I could hear them breathing soft and regular, and so I hoped they had slept all night. Then I went into the dairy and cut enough bread and cheese to last for the day, and before anyone was up at Garthowen, I was far on my way towards Caer-Madoc.
"Down, Tudor!" said the girl, and he sprang on a sack of peas beside her. The mountain wind blowing in through the open doorway touzled the little curls that were so unruly in Morva's hair; it was neither gold nor ebony, but, looking at its rich tints, one was irresistibly reminded of the ripe corn in harvest fields, while the blue eyes were like the corn flowers in their vivid colouring.
"Hast seen many hardships then, dear lad?" said Sara. "Perhaps when we were sleeping sound in out beds, thou hast oftentimes been battling with death and shipwreck." "Not often, but more than once, indeed," said Gethin. "Thou must tell us after supper some of thy wonderful escapes." "Yes, I'll tell you plenty of yarns," said Gethin, his eyes still following Morva's movements.
Gethin! come back! was plain in my ears. "I looked round me quite moidered. Lots of Bella's friends were there, and lots of mine; but I could not stop. I stood up, determined to go out, whatever the others might think of me, for all the time Morva's voice was in my ears calling 'Gethin! Gethin!
But Sara, indeed I'm sorry I didn't remember her, whatever." "I hear Morva's voice in the yard. Will I call her in?" said Ann, and she tapped at the little side window. "No, no," said Gethin, "I will take it to her," and he went out, carrying the gaudy box in his hand.
Round the walls stood shelves of the blue slaty stone of the neighbourhood, upon which were ranged the pans of golden cream, above them hanging the various dairy utensils of wood, polished black with long use and rubbing. Morva's good spirits had returned, for she hummed as she rubbed her curds: "Troodi! Troodi! come down from the mountain, Troodi! Troodi! up from the dale!
Morva's only answer was a peal of laughter, which reached over moor and crag and down to the sandy beach below. "Oh, Will, Will!" she gasped, with her hand on her side, "now indeed thy senses are roaming. Morva Lloyd in velvet shoes and silken gowns, and Will Owens with flapping coat tails like Mr. Price, and one of those ugly shining hats that the gentlemen wear!
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