This was said with much hesitation.
'Very well, then; if you will try to-morrow we shall be able to judge what you can do.'
'She don't look strong enough to bind the sheaves,' said Owen.
'I will try, sir, if you please,' said Gladys.
'What is the name of the friends you are seeking?' asked Owen with a glance at his sister.
'Jones, sir,' replied Gladys, again looking at Owen.
'Perhaps there is a David in the family?' asked Owen.
'I believe that my grandfather's name was David,' was the reply.
'Now, if you walk through Carmarthenshire, and just ask every one you meet if they know David Jones, I am sure you would find him. It is astonishing what a powerful name David Jones is. I know a Rev. David Jones very well? a clergyman too—'
'Oh! if you could only tell me where to find him. I would go anywhere for my poor mother's sake!'