"I am so glad I came; but I must go now," said Gwenda, rising at last.
"My name is Gwenda Vaughan," she added, turning to Morva. "What is
yours?"

"Mine is Morva Lloyd; but I am generally called Morva of the Moor, I
think. Mother's is Sara."

"Good-bye, and thank you very much," said Gwenda, and Sara held her
hand a moment between her own soft palms, while she looked into the
girl's face.

"You have a sweet, good face," she said. "Thank you for coming, 'merch
i; in some way you will bring us good."

And again that strangely happy feeling came over Gwenda. Rounding the
Cribserth, the two girls soon reached Garthowen. It was afternoon, and
drawing near tea-time. Ebben Owens was already sitting on the settle
in the best kitchen, waiting for it, when the sound of voices without
attracted his attention.

"Caton pawb!" he said, "a lady, and Morva is bringing her."

Ann hastened to the front door, and Morva led the horse away, knowing
well that she was leaving the visitor in hospitable hands.

"I am Miss Vaughan of Nantmyny! I have been out hunting today, and on
the top of the hill I felt so tired that I made up my mind to call here
and ask if you would let me rest awhile."

"Oh, certainly! Come in," said Ann, holding out her hand, which Gwenda