The girl ran up, passing Tudor on the stairs, who entered the kitchen with waving tail and glistening eyes carrying in his mouth a canvas bag from which hung a draggled pink tape, and at the same moment Morva's voice was heard calling, "Oh, anwl! come up and see!"
Ann and Gwilym hurried up, followed by Ebben Owens and Will, to find
Morva pointing to the floor which was strewn with pieces of gold.
"My sovereigns!" said Gwilym, "no doubt! and Tudor has emptied the bag. Where could they have come from?" and everyone looked through the open window down the lane to where in the clear frosty air the blue smoke curled from a little brown thatched chimney.
Ebben Owens jerked his thumb towards the cottage.
"There's no need to ask that," he said. "'Twould be easy to stand on the garden wall and throw it in through the window."
Ann was busily counting the sovereigns which had rolled into all sorts of difficult corners.
"Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty!"
"Every one right," said Gwilym; "how fortunate! but how I should like to tell Gryffy Lewis I forgive him, and that he has done right in returning the money."
"I expect fear as well as a guilty conscience made him return them, the blackguard!" suggested Will.
"No doubt; no doubt," said the old man.