Morva flushed.

"She is very different to other people, I know; but she is a good woman
whatever."

"Yes, yes, yes," said Ebben Owens emphatically; "but why doesn't she
like the Sciet?"

"Oh! that's what she is saying," answered the girl, "that she doesn't
see the use of people standing up to confess half their sins and
keeping back the other and the worst half. She has been talking to
Gwilym Morris about it, and he is agreeing with her."

"Och fi!" sighed the old man, relapsing into his moody silence, from
which not even little Gwyl's chatter was able to rouse him.

At last when the cheerful sound of the tea-things, and Ann's
oft-repeated summons, recalled him to outward surroundings, he rose as
if wearily, and drew his chair to the table, where, stooping more and
more over his tea, Ann detected a tear furtively wiped away.

"You won't take little Gwyl to chapel to-night, will you? 'tis rather
damp," he said, though it was really a clear twilight.

"No, no," said Ann, "Magw will take care of him at home."

Gwilym helped the old man to change his coat.

"Where are his gloves, Ann, and his best hat? There's grand he'll be!"