and in another moment a patch of scarlet showed bright against the
golden furze.

"Mother anwl! Dear mother! you have come!"

And she was folded in the tender loving arms.

"My little daughter! I have missed thee!" said Sara, and together they
entered the cottage.

Supper was on the table, and the crock of porridge hung over the
blazing furze fire on the hearth.

"They called me into Penlau," said Sara, "as I passed through the yard,
and made me bring this oatmeal, 'for thee'lt want something quick for
thy supper,' they said; and there's asking questions they were about
what I had seen in Cardiff. Let us have our bwdran, child, for oh! I
am tired of the white bread, and the meat, and the puddings they have
in the towns. Kitty Jones was very kind, making all sorts of dainties
for me, but 'tis bwdran and porridge and cawl and bacon is the fittest
food for human beings after all, and the nicest."

"Oh, mother, tell me what you have seen?"

"My little girl, 'twill take many days to tell thee all. Ladies in
silks and satins--carriages and horses sparkling in the sun--men
playing such beautiful music through shining brass horns--little
children dressed up like the dolls you see at the fairs--fruit of every
kind--grand houses and gay streets--but oh, Morva, nothing like the
moor when the gorse and heather are in blossom, nothing like the sea