"Did you expect me, then, mother?"
"Yes; I thought thou wouldst come, child, to see how I fared as thou art sleeping there to-night," and sitting down together they chatted over their tea.
At Garthowen there was much chat going on, too. Ebben Owens had not sold his yearlings.
"I wasn't going to give them away for half price, not I!" he said. "I'd rather keep them till next fair." So Twm had driven them home again, and was even now turning them into the old cowhouse.
"Well! I have a wonderful piece of news to give you all," said Gwilym
Morris, leaning back in his chair and diving deep into his pocket.
Having pulled out a canvas bag he laid it triumphantly on the table
with a bang.
"What is it?" said all, in a breath.
Gwilym did not answer, but undoing the pink tape which tied it, he poured out on the table forty glittering sovereigns.
"There!" he said, "what do you think; old Tim 'Penlau' paid me the 40 pounds he has owed me so long!"
"Well, wonders will never cease!" said Ebben Owens.
"How long has he had them?" asked Will.