oh! she was a fine lass, and she carried her pail on her head as
straight as a willow wand," and the old captain clasped his own waist
above the hips, and strutted about with an imaginary pail on his head.
"Well, I heard afterwards that Ebben Owens treated her shocking bad,
and married another girl, with money, but they say he never cared for
her, and was never happy with her; and serve him right, say I. Dear!
dear! how the time slips by!"

"Yes," said Sara, "he is an old man now, and in sore trouble. I live
on his land, and I want to bring happiness back to Garthowen."

"Of course, of course!" said the captain, "but indeed; little woman,
I'm afraid you'll have hard work, for there's something strange about
that lad lately; he's keeping with the English sailors when he's in
port and avoiding all his old companions. I have heard my son tell of
him too, and how altered he is, and how angry the Welsh sailors are
with him, but I believe he is stiddy and upright."

"Well," said Sara, "if I can only have a word with him 'twill be all
right."

"Jâr-i! you have pluck, little woman, and 'tis well to have a friend
like you. Well, I'll do my best for you. I'll find you a night's
lodging and somebody to show you the way about next day. Mrs. Jones,
Bryn Street, would take you in; it's where I go myself when I do spend
a night ashore."

"A hundred thanks. That's where I'd like to go because I know her and
her mother."