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"Yes, but I don't want any longer to deceive my best friends. Let me go, Will, or let us be married soon. I am willing for either." "Indeed, lass," said Will, beginning to hedge, "I would almost think thou hadst found another sweetheart, only I know how seldom any other man comes across thy path, unless indeed Gethin the thief has stolen thy love from me. Morva, dost love any other man?"
"Here's a tie for my father, and a hymn-book for Ann, and here's a knife for Will, and a pocket-book for Gwilym Morris, the preacher who is lodging with them. And here," he said, opening a gaily-painted box, "is something for little Morva," and he gently laid on the table a necklace of iridescent shells which fell in three graduated rows. "Oh! there's pretty!" said Mrs.
As she rose from her knees a quiver passed over Sara's eyelids, a smile came on her lips, and opening her eyes she looked long at Morva before she spoke, as though recalling her surroundings. "Mother," said the girl, kissing her cheek, which was beginning to show again the hue of health. "Mother fâch, you've come back to me again."
They talked about the farm work, the fishing, the lime burning, the fate of the Lapwing, which had sailed in the autumn and had never returned, until, when supper was over, Will rose to go with a stretch and a yawn. "Ann wants me to give the white calf his medicine to-night, mother," said Morva. "Wilt come with me now?" said Will, "for I am going." "Yes, go," said the old woman, "go together."
It was wrong, no doubt, to deface the first page of the Bible in this way, but Ann had said "too wicked to leave about!" so Morva searched through the whole book, until on the fair leaf which fronted "The Revelations" she found evident proof of Gethin's depravity; and she quailed a little as she saw a vivid and realistic pen and ink drawing of a fire of leaping flames, standing over which was a monster in human shape, though boasting of a tail and cloven hoofs.
"Take care of them, Shemi, thou know'st my corner in the market." "Yes, yes," said Shemi, "they will be all right." And Morva stood up in the sunshine freed from her burden.
"Clear away the tea, tidy up the hearth, and let me read my chapter while the daylight lasts," and finishing her tea Morva did as she was bid. Later on in the evening, sitting on the low rush stool opposite to Sara, she continued her inquiries. "Tell me, mother, about Will and Gethin when they were boys. Was Gethin so very wicked?" "Wicked? No," said Sara, "never wicked.
Well done, bâchgen! fetch him a 'blue." And Neddy, triumphant and thoroughly enjoying the cheering and éclat of his exploit, leant back panting to recover himself. "The corn! The corn!" said Ann, turning to the roasting-pan over the kiln. "We mustn't forget that with our dancing and our singing, and thee mustn't have another 'blue' yet, Neddy." "Oh, indeed 'tis wonderful!" said Morva.
Amongst the rest came a girl who rather stooped under what looked like a large bunch of blooming heather. It was Morva, who was carrying her bundle of heath brooms to the corner of the market-place, where she was eagerly waited for by the farmers' wives.
"'Tis not for a girl like thee to be carrying a heavy weight on thy shoulders," he said gently. "Come, loosen thy cords." But Morva held them tightly. "Not for the world," she said. "It is quite right I should carry my wares to market, but I would not like to see a son of Garthowen with a bundle of brooms on his shoulders."
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