awaited. Both Ann and Gwilym Morris came forward to meet him, and
Ebben Owens rubbed his hands nervously over his corduroy knees.

"Well?" said all three together.

"Well!" echoed Will, flinging his hat across to the window-sill. "It's
all right. I met Price the vicar coming down the street, so I touched
my hat to him, and he saw at once that I wanted to speak to him, and
there's kind he was. 'How's your father?' he said, 'and Miss Ann, is
she well? I must come up and see them soon.'"

"Look you there now," said his father.

"'They will be very glad to see you sir,' I said, but I didn't know how
to tell him what I wanted.

"'I am very glad to hear how well you get on with your books,' he said;
'but 'tisn't every young man has Gwilym Morris to help him and to teach
him.' And then, you see, when he made a beginning, 'twas easier for me
to explain."

The preacher's pale face lighted up with a smile of pleasure, and Ann
flushed with gratified pride as Will continued.

"'He is a man in a hundred,' said Mr. Price, 'and 'tis a pity that his
talents are wasted on a Methodist Chapel. I wish I could persuade him
to enter the Church.'

"'Well, you'll never do that,' I said. 'You might as well try to turn
the course of the On. He won't come himself, but he is sending a very