"And nothing ever comes of it," whispered Edith Williams.
"Why, he's Dr. Owen's nephew," said Gwenda; "didn't you hear Dr. Owen introduce him?"
And she said no more, but carried away with her a distinct impression of Will's handsome person and charming smile.
* * * * * *
About this time a strange thing happened at Garthowen. It was midday. Ann had just laid the dinner on the table, and Ebben Owens had lounged in.
"Well, the threshing will be done soon," said the old man; "Twm is a capital fellow. Don't know in the world what I should do without him."
"What is that noise?" asked Morva, pushing back her hair to listen, as a curious sound as of shaking and thumping was heard by all.
"'Tis upstairs, and in your room, Gwilym," said Ann.
Suddenly there was a jingling sound and rolling as if of money, followed by a satisfied bark.
"Run up Morva and see," said Ann; "what is that dog doing?"