"Never leave me, Mari!"
"Never!"
[[1]] Crushed oats, with the husks on, used for making a kind of strained porridge.
CHAPTER IX.
GWEN'S REBELLION.
"Where is Gwen?" said Hugh Morgan, looking at an unoccupied stool at one end of the sail-shed; "she has not been here for two days."
"No," said one of her friends, "she's at home, Mishteer. Her little baby is ill, and she and Lallo are wild with fear of losing her."
"Ts, ts, that's a pity! Has she had a doctor?"
"Malen hysbys[[1]] has been there, and the child would have been well by now, but that Siencyn would open the window before he sailed yesterday; of course the little one caught cold, and now I'm afraid——" and she shook her head mournfully.
"Well, well," said the Mishteer, "I must go and see about getting a doctor for her." And he left the shed, and passed up the road towards Gwen's cottage, upon reaching which, he found her deeply intent upon a morsel of raw meat, which she was roasting on a fork before the fire. Her little baby, meanwhile, white and moaning, lay across Lallo's knees, who also seemed much interested in the bit of meat.