and the rocks and the beautiful sky at night when the stars are
shining; you couldn't see it, Morva, because of the lamps and the
smoke."

"And the moon, mother, did you see her there?"

"Well, yes, indeed, she was there, but she was not looking so clear and
so silvery as she is here. No, no, Morva, I thank God I have lived on
the moor, and I pray Him to let me die here."

Morva was longing to ask whether success had crowned her mother's
mysterious journey, but refrained from doing so with a nervous shyness
which did not generally mark her intercourse with Sara.

"'Twas a long journey; mother; are you glad you took it?"

"Why, yes, child, of course, since I've gained my object. Gethin Owens
will be home before long."

A crimson tide of joy rushed up into Morva's face, and an embarrassment
which she turned away to hide, but which was not lost upon Sara.

"Well, indeed, then," said the girl, "there's glad 'n'wncwl Ebben will
be. Will I go and tell him when I have finished my bwdran?"

"No, no, better not tell him anything till Gethin arrives. Lads are so
odd; he may not come for a week, and that would seem long waiting to
his father."

It was long waiting for Morva too, but she hid the secret in her heart,