The-r-e's glad they'll be to see you at Garthowen." "Well, I don't know how my father will receive me," said her companion thoughtfully.

"Ann and Will I am not afraid of, but the old man--he was very angry with me." "What _did_ you do long ago to make him so angry, Gethin?
I have heard Tom Powell and Jim Bowen blaming him very much for being so hard to his eldest son; they said he was always more fond of Will than you, and was often beating you." "Halt!" said Gethin, bringing his fist down so heavily on the table that the tea-things jingled, "not a word against the old man--the best father that ever walked, and I was the worst boy on Garthowen slopes, driving the chickens into the water, shooing the geese over the hedges, riding the horses full pelt down the stony roads, setting fire to the gorse bushes, mitching from school, and making the boys laugh in chapel; no wonder the old man turned me away." "But all boys are naughty boys," said Mrs.Parry, "and that wasn't enough reason for sending you from home, and shutting the door against you." "No," said Gethin, "but I did more than that; I could not do a worse thing than I did to displease the old man.

I was fond of scribbling my name everywhere.

'Gethin Owens' was on all the gateposts, and on the saddles and bridles, and once I painted 'G.

O.' with green paint on the white mare's haunch.