"And Will?"

"Will was a good boy always, but I never loved him as I loved the
other. Gethin had a bad character because he stole the apples from the
orchard, and he took Phil Graig's boat one day without asking leave,
and there was huboob all over the village, and his father was mad with
anger, and threatened to give him a thrashing; but in the evening
Gethin brought the boat back quite safely. He had been as far as
Ynysoer, and he brought back a creel full of fish for Phil, to make up.
Phil made a good penny by the fish, and forgave the boy bâch; but his
father was thorny to Gethin for a long time. Then at last he did
something--I never knew what--that offended his father bitterly, and he
was sent away, and never came back again."

"Mother," said Morva solemnly, "I have found out what he did. He got
his mother's Bible and he wrote some dreadful things in it, and made a
fearful picture."

"Picture of what?" asked the old woman.

"A picture of flames and fire, and the devil toasting a man on it, and
a song about the devil. Here it is; I remember every word," and she
repeated it word for word, it having sunk deeply into her mind. "Then
at the bottom he had written, 'Hallelujah, Amen! Gethin Owens
Garthowen.'"

A smile overspread Sara's countenance as she observed Morva's
solemnity, a smile which somewhat lessened the girl's disquietude.