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Well, now, what do you say to a pretty white cow and her mistress?" "Oh! 'a pretty girl milking her cow' a charming subject. Show it me, Cardo not Betto, now you don't mean Betto? though, 'pon my word, I have seen her look very picturesque on the milking stool." "No, no, no! Caton pawb! man, I'll show you a prettier picture than that.
"Caton pawb! he thought I had done a lot for him, poor fellow; when, if he only knew, the Welsh hymns and the talks about Wales had helped me to get well. I had my hand on his, just like you have yours on mine now, when he died. He said a few serious words to me before he went, Sara. I will keep them to myself, but I can tell you they often come back to my memory.
What can it be?" Essec Powell's correspondence was very limited; he hated writing, and never answered a letter which could possibly be ignored. He adjusted his spectacles, and after turning the envelope in every direction, opened it. "Reuben Street, Fordsea," he began. "Oh, dear, dear! here's writing! Caton pawb! I could write better myself. Read it, Valmai." And she obeyed.
Have you seen my wet clothes? I flung them out through my bedroom window; you will find them in a heap on the garden wall." "Wet clothes? Caton pawb! did you get in the sea then?" "Oh, yes! tumbled over and over like a pebble on the beach," he said, rising; "but you know such duckings are nothing to me; I enjoy them!" Betto looked after him with uplifted hands and eyes.
"Caton pawb! the boy will kill me!" but he seated her gently on the settle before he went away. "I'll be on the wharf to meet you to-morrow, Sara, and see you safe on board the Fairy Queen. Good-night, woman, 'tis a merry heart you are sending away to-night!" and as he passed up the street they heard his cheerful whistle until he had turned the corner.
"Look you here," he said to Ann and Gethin, who both hovered round him on his return with loving attentions, "look you here now; wasn't a gentleman in the market looking smarter than our Will to-day! There was the young son of Mr. Vaughan the lawyer, was dressed like him exactly same brown hat, same grey suit, and his boots not shining so well as Will's! Caton pawb! there's handsome he was!
Will's letters were the grand excitement of the farm, coming at first pretty regularly once a week read aloud by Ann in the best kitchen, examined carefully by her father lest a word should have escaped the reader, carried out to farm kitchen or stable or field, and read to the servants, who listened with gaping admiration. "There's a scholar he is! Caton pawb!
"Will I ever be more than a boy to thee, Sara?" "Well, indeed," said the old woman, "I am forgetting how the children grow up. Sit down, my boy, and tell us all about the grand streets and the college at Llaniago, and the ladies and gentlemen whom thou art hand and glove with there and so thou ought to be, too. Caton pawb! I'd like to see the family whose achau go back further than Garthowen's!"
"Gethin Owens!" said the captain, in a tone of surprise. "What? the dark brown chap with the white teeth and the bright eyes like a starling's?" Sara nodded "and gold rings in his ears?" "That's him," said Sara. "Do you know him?" "Caton pawb! as well as if he was my own son. He's mate of the Gwenllian, trading to Monte Video and other foreign parts.
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