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"At Morfa," said Shanw, "they have killed a cow and a sheep; and the

tongues, and fowls, and hams will fill every oven in the parish"

Betto sniffed and tossed her head scornfully "They ive them

bread and ive

them"

"What else, indeed," said Shanw, ready for the frequent fray "They

won't have your huot, perhaps, but you coor, Price Merthyr, Jones Welshpool

Nothing to give them, indeed! Why, Price Merthyr would send your old

red velvet cushion at church flying into sins soft and low, like a cat purring on the

hearth, and then he gets louder and louder, till he ends like a roaring

lion And our own preacher, Essec Powell, to begin and finish the

hes is there to help,

and she says--"

"Oh, be quiet," said Betto, "and go along with your Valmai, and your

Price Merthyr, and your has Ach y fi! I

don't want to hear about such things in a clergyman's house"

"Valhboy "I kiwked

at her over the hedge thisto Caer Madoc;

she's as pretty as an angel Have you ever seen her, Ser?"

"Val, "surely that is a new nahbourhood?"

"Yes, she is Essec Powell's niece come home from over the sea She is

an orphan, and they say the old

to hi"

"Well, it is getting late," said Cardo, "good-night" And his rising

was the signal for the to

their beds over the hay loft or stable; while the wo their

wooden shoes at the botto back stairs