discovered the secret of their love for each other. An amused smile
hovered round his lips as, later in the forenoon, he entered the best
kitchen bringing Gethin with him from the breezy hillside. Morva was
tying Gwil's cap on when they entered, and could no longer avoid the
meeting; but if Gwilym had expected a rapturous greeting, he was
disappointed; for no shy schoolboy and girl ever met in a more
undemonstrative manner than did these two, who for so long had hungered
for each other's presence.

"Hello, Morva! How art, lass, this long time?" said Gethin, taking her
hand in his big brown palm in an awkward, shame-faced manner, and
dropping it at once as if it had scorched him.

"Well, indeed, Gethin. How art thou? There's glad we are to see thee.
Stand still, Gwil," and she stooped to unfasten the knot which she had
just tied.

Apparently there was nothing more to be said, and Gwilym saw with
amusement how all day long they avoided each other, or met with feigned
indifference.

"Ah, well," he thought, "'tis too much happiness for them to grasp at
once. How well I remember when Ann and I, though we sought for each
other continually, yet avoided each other like two shy fawns."

In the evening, when the sun had set and given place to a soft round
moon, he was not at all astonished to find that Gethin was missing: nor
was he surprised, as he stood at the farm door, to see him rounding the
Cribserth and disappear on the moonlit moor.