My Neighbors - Stories of the Welsh People by Caradoc Evans
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Chapel. She gave ten guineas to the rebuilding fund, put a carpet on the
floor of the pastor's parlor, sang at brotherhood gatherings, and entertained the pastor and his wife. Wherefore her charity was discoursed thus: "Now when Peter spoke of a light that shines--shines, mark you--he was thinking of such ladies as Mrs. G. Enos-Harries. Not forgetting Mr. G. Enos-Harries." "I'm going to build you a vestry," Gwen said to the pastor. "I'll organize a sale of work to begin with." The vestry was set up, and Gwen bethought of one who should be charged with the opening ceremony of it, and to her mind came Ben Lloyd, whose repute was great among the London Welsh, and to whose house in Twickenham she rode in her car. Ben's wife answered her sharply: "He's awfully busy. And I know he won't see visitors." "But won't you tell him? It will do him such a lot of good. You know what a stronghold of Toryism this place is." A voice from an inner room cried: "Who is to see me?" "Come this way," said Mrs. Lloyd. Ben, sitting at a table with writing paper and a Bible before him, rose. "Messes Enos-Harries," he said, "long since I met you. No odds if I mouth Welsh? There's a language, dear me. This will not interest you in the least. Put your ambarelo in the cornel, Messes Enos-Harries, and your backhead in a chair. Making a lecture am I." |
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