getting old and not fit to manage the farm. I wouldn't care much if I
sold everything and went to live in a cottage."

"'Twt, twt," said Morva, "you will never leave old Garthowen, and
'twill be long before Roberts the drover takes Daisy away. Go and see
mother, 'n'wncwl Ebben; she is full of good news for you. She says
there is brightness coming for you, and indeed, indeed _she knows_."

"Yes, she knows a good deal, but she doesn't know everything, Morva.
No, no," he said, turning away, "she doesn't know everything."




CHAPTER XIX

THE "SCIET"

"Art going to chapel to-night, Morva?" said Ebben Owens on the
following Sunday afternoon, as he sat smoking in the chimney-corner,
Tudor beside him gazing rather mournfully into the fire. He was
looking ill and worn, and spoke in a low, husky voice. He had sat
there lost in thought ever since he had pushed away his almost untasted
dinner.

"Yes," said Morva, "I am going; but mother is not coming to-night; she
doesn't like the Sciet, you know."

"She is an odd woman," said Ann. "Not like the Sciet indeed! If I
didn't love her so much I would be very angry with her."