“How d’ye think of it, Griffiths?” said Jones, looking back approvingly.
“Well, the village hasn’t any.”
“It’ll be a great surprise, man.”
“It will be,” agreed Griffiths.
“The folks over to C’n’rvon can’t give themselves airs any more.”
“Well, no, they cannot.”
“Did Betty know?”
“No, a woman worries when she’s to keep a secret.”
“The folks have all been askin’ for ye for two days”; and Jones’s face shone with the same delighted goodwill as that on his master’s.
“We’ll take it to Ty Isaf; it’ll be kept there.”