"Thou art more apt to count the clear dawns, while I count the grey ones." "Twt, twt, you must leave off counting the grey ones.

There's a verse in mother's Bible that says, 'Forgetting the things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before.'" "Yes, indeed, 'merch i, I've read it many times, but I never thought much of the meaning of it before.

'Tis a comforting verse, whatever, and I will look for it in my Bible." "Yes, I suppose 'tis in every Bible," said Morva, with a merry laugh; "but, indeed, I feel as if mother's brown Bible was the best in the world, and was full of messages to brighten our lives.

Didn't I say I was a foolish girl ?" "Thee't a good girl, whatever; but 'tis time to milk the cows." "Yes, indeed.

Let me shut the door and I will come back with you." And as she ran over the dewy grass, he looked after her with a smile.
"She's got the sea wind in her heels, I think," he said.
He chatted cheerfully as they walked home together, and gladdened Ann's heart by making a good breakfast.
In the course of the morning Morva entered the best kitchen, bearing a letter which Dyc "pigstye" had just brought from Pont-y-fro.
"Tis from Will, 'n'wncwl Ebben," said the girl; "here are your glasses, or will I call Ann to read it to you ?" "Let me see, is it English or Welsh ?" said Ebben Owens, opening it with trembling fingers.