"Hooray, Neddy! as good as ever he was! Well done, bâchgen! fetch him a 'blue.'"
And Neddy, triumphant and thoroughly enjoying the cheering and éclat of his exploit, leant back panting to recover himself.
"The corn! The corn!" said Ann, turning to the roasting-pan over the kiln. "We mustn't forget that with our dancing and our singing, and thee mustn't have another 'blue' yet, Neddy."
"Oh, indeed 'tis wonderful!" said Morva.
"Yes, 'tis a pretty dance indeed," said Gethin, "and something like the sailor's hornpipe we used to dance on board ship sometimes."
"Canst dance?" said the girl, with wide-open eyes of intense interest.
"Well, yes—I was considered to have a pretty good foot for a fling."
"Oh, dance!" said Morva, clasping her hands, "Ann, Ann, Gethin can dance!"
"But not in these boots," he said.
"Oh, Gethin, try!" said his sister.