"That's all, I should think," said the preacher; "you've got on pretty
far for a first interview."

"I got a little further, though," said Will. "What do you think,
father, he has asked me to do?"

"What?" said the old man breathlessly.

"He asked would I read the lessons in church next Sunday week.
''Twould be a good beginning,' he said; 'and tell your father and Miss
Ann they must come and hear you.'

"'Well,' I said, 'my father hasn't been inside a church for years, and
I don't know whether he will come.'"

"Well, of course," said the old man eagerly, "I will come to hear you,
my boy, and Ann--"

"Not I, indeed," said Ann, with a toss of her head, "there will be a
sermon in my own chapel."

"But it will be over before eleven, Ann, and I don't see why you
shouldn't go if you wish to," said Gwilym Morris.

"I don't wish to," she answered, turning to the tea-table, and pouring
out her brother's tea.

She was a typical Welsh woman, of highly-strung nervous temperament,
though placid in outward appearance and manners, unselfish even to