When you want me you may send for me.' Owen went off very much offended, leaving Netta to cogitate upon the cruelty of her relations.
In the course of that afternoon, a very well-dressed woman, in the deepest of sables, was seen going down the road to the farm.

She went round through the garden to the glass-door, disdaining the yard, knocked a great many times, to the great astonishment, of Shanno, and was at last admitted, as Mrs Griffith Jenkins.

Shanno, all reverence at sight of the crape bonnet, crape veil, and widow's cap, ushered her into the parlour, feeling that a chasm now lay between her and the dame she had last seen in a high-crowned Welsh hat, striped flannel gown, and checked apron.

Having duly dusted a chair with her skirts, Shanno glanced at Mrs Jenkins, and was about to leave the room, when Mrs Jenkins said,-- 'Tell you your missus that I am coming on particular business and wish to speak with her in private.

Here, stop you, Shanno, where is Miss Netta?
I 'ouldn't mind giving you a shilling to tell her I was wanting to see her before I am seeing her mother.' The shilling was offered, and received with much satisfaction and an intelligent grin, and in less than five minutes Netta was with Mrs Jenkins.
'Deet to goodness, and you do look very poorly, Netta, fach!' said that worthy, 'Howel was telling me to see you, and to be giving you this note.