"She's got the sea wind in her heels, I think," he said.

He chatted cheerfully as they walked home together, and gladdened Ann's
heart by making a good breakfast.

In the course of the morning Morva entered the best kitchen, bearing a
letter which Dyc "pigstye" had just brought from Pont-y-fro.

"Tis from Will, 'n'wncwl Ebben," said the girl; "here are your glasses,
or will I call Ann to read it to you?"

"Let me see, is it English or Welsh?" said Ebben Owens, opening it with
trembling fingers. "Oh! 'tis Welsh, so read thou to me. My glasses
are not suiting me so well as they were."

The truth was, he was too nervous to read the letter himself, a fact
which Morva quite comprehended.


"MY DEAR FATHER," began Will, "I daresay you are expecting to hear from
me, but I have had a good deal to do since we returned from our wedding
tour. The contents of this letter will surprise you, I am sure, but I
hope they will please you too. We are very happy in our new home, and
my uncle, though living under the same roof with us, is very kind and
considerate, and never interferes with our plans. He seems very fond
of Gwenda, and it would be strange if he were not, for she is as good
as she is beautiful. The church here is filled with a large
congregation, and they seem to appreciate my ministrations thoroughly.
There is, I am glad to say, very little dissent in the parish. You
know I never liked dissent, but Gwenda is broader in her views, and