"No, no, sir," said Ebben Owens, "I'll take the car, and we'll bring
Will back here to dinner. We'll have a goose, Ann, and a leg of mutton
and tongue."

"Yes," said Ann, smiling, "Magw will see to them while we are at
church."

Mr. Price stayed to tea this time, and satisfied the old man's heart by
his praises of his son. On his departure Ebben Owens sat down at once
to indite a letter to Will, informing him of the great happiness it had
given him to hear of his intention to preach at Castell On.


"Of course, my boy," he went on to say in his homely, rugged Welsh, "we
will be there to hear you, and I will drive you home in the car, and we
will have the fattest goose for dinner, and the best bedroom will be
ready for you. These few lines from

"Your delighted and loving father,

"EBBEN OWENS,

"Garthowen."


Will crushed the letter with a sigh when he had read it, and threw it
into the fire, and the old Garthowen pucker on his forehead was only
chased away by the perusal of a letter from Gwenda, whose contents we
will not dare to pry into.