Jini 'bakkare' has two sacks of flour to bake, and there's seven other women in Abersethin will bake the same quantity." "At Morfa," said Shanw, "they have killed a cow and a sheep; and the tongues, and fowls, and hams will fill every oven in the parish." Betto sniffed and tossed her head scornfully.

"They may well give them bread and meat," she said, "for I don't see what else they have to give them." "What else, indeed," said Shanw, ready for the frequent fray.

"They won't have your hum-drum old church fregot[3], perhaps, but you come and see, and hear Hughes Bangor, Price Merthyr, Jones Welshpool.
Nothing to give them, indeed! Why, Price Merthyr would send your old red velvet cushion at church flying into smithireens in five minutes.
Haven't I heard him.

He begins soft and low, like a cat purring on the hearth, and then he gets louder and louder, till he ends like a roaring lion.

And our own preacher, Essec Powell, to begin and finish the meeting.