Ask Jacob the Mill to keep one of Fan's pups for me." Ebben Owens was too excited by the rest of the letter to notice the callousness of the postscript, and thought only of the kindness which so easily forgave his sin.
"Call Ann," he said, and Morva went joyfully.
"Come, Ann fach!" she cried, at the foot of the stairs, "here's good news for you.

Will and his wife are coming to see you." Ann came down in a flurry, half of pleasure and half of fright.
"Oh, anwl!" she said, as she entered the kitchen, "there's a happy time it will be for us all.

Oh! mustn't we bustle about and get everything nice for them.

I must rub up the furniture in the best bedroom and get the silver teapot out and the silver spoons!" "Yes," said her father, rubbing his knees, "'twill be a grand time indeed! When will they come, I wonder?
Perhaps we have not quite lost Will after all." "Twt, twt, no," said Morva; "didn't mother always say that they would come back to you ?" "Yes, indeed--do you think she meant Gethin too ?" "I think she meant him too," said Morva, blushing.
"When will the gorse and the heather be in full bloom, I wonder?
Caton pawb! I have never noticed it much," asked the old man.
"Oh! in another month," answered Morva, "'twill be gold and purple all over, with soft blue and brown shadows in the mornings, and in the evenings grey and copper in all the little hollows.

Oh, 'tis beautiful! and I can show her where the plovers lay their eggs, and I will take her to listen for the curlew's note coming out of the mist like a spirit whistler, and I can take her down to the rocks by Ogo Wylofen, too, where the seals are making their home.