"Oh, Gethin!" she said, "Garthowen has been sad and sorrowful, but
to-night it seems as if you had brought back all the sunshine. There's
happy we'll be now."

"'Tisn't my doing," said her brother, "'tis Sara Lloyd who has done it
all. God bless her! She came all the way to Cardiff to fetch me home.
And where is she to-night? I thought she and Morva would surely be at
chapel."

"She has kept away for my sake, I think," said his father. "They call
her Sara ''spridion,' and they mean no good by it, but I think 'tis a
good name for her, whatever, for I believe the good spirits are always
around her, helping her and blessing her just as she is always helping
and blessing everybody around her."

"To be sure they are," said Gethin; "I always knew it from a little
boy. Whether living or dying 'twould be well to be in Sara's shoes!"

When they reached the old farmyard, and passed under the elder tree
where the fowls and turkeys were already roosting in rows on the
branches, little Gwil bounded out to meet them, Gwilym Morris at the
same moment caught them up from behind, and Ebben Owens felt that his
cup of earthly happiness was refilled almost to overflowing. Gethin
alone missed Morva.




CHAPTER XXIV