Ebben Owens was already up to receive them, the big oak coffers in the grain room were swept out, the dry meal poured into them, and Twm the carter, with white cotton stockings kept for the occasion drawn over his feet and legs, stood in the coffers treading the meal into as hard a mass as possible.

When they were full to the brim the heavy lids were closed with a snap, and the Garthowen cynos was over for the year.

Afterwards the work of the farm went on as usual, but there were many surreptitious naps taken during the day, in hay loft or barn, or behind some sunny hedgerow or stack.
Gwilym Morris and Will did not return that day, as had been expected.
"Wilt stay a little later, Morva ?" said Ann; "they may come by the carrier at seven o'clock, and I will want to prepare supper for them." Morva's heart sank, but she made no outward sign; she had been full of restless excitement all day, and had looked forward to the quiet of the cottage under the furze bank, and to Sara's soothing company.
All day she had been haunted by the memory of the sailor's hornpipe, Gethin's flashing eyes, his handsome person, his supple limbs! She tried to banish the vision and to turn her thoughts to Will, but found it impossible! and she went about her work in a dream of happiness, unwillingly recalling every word that Gethin had spoken, every hidden compliment, and every look of tenderness.

She avoided him when he returned from the fields at midday, she trembled and blushed at the sound of his name, and when he came home in the evening to his supper she feigned some excuse and was absent from the evening meal; but when at last Will's return was despaired of, and Morva took her way round the Cribserth towards home, Gethin, no longer to be baulked, followed her with rapid steps, and caught her up just as she turned the rugged edge of the ridge.
"Morva!" he called, and she turned at once and stood facing him in the light of the full moon.
She bent her head a little and let her arms fall at her sides, standing like a culprit before his accuser.

The attitude pained Gethin, whose whole being was overflowing with tenderness.
"Morva, lass! what is the matter?
Where art going?
Art running away from _me_ ?" The girl raised her eyes to his, and in a low but firm voice answered, "Yes." "Why?
Why ?" he asked, and taking her hands hastily he drew her away from the path, and down to the shadow of a broom bush on the cliff side.
She remembered it was the very bush behind which she had met Will two evenings before.