"Are you going, father ?" "Yes," he said.

"I have those yearlings to sell." "I will come with you," said Gwilym Morris, for they seldom let the old man go alone.

"I can see about Will's coat, and I want some books.
Come on, Ann, come with us; 'twill be a lively fair, I think." "Very well, I'll come and look after you both." "That's right," said the old man, rubbing his knees.

"Twm will drive the yearlings.

Art coming, Will ?" "No," he answered, "I have promised to go to Caer-Madoc to-morrow." And so Garthowen was empty next day, for Gethin did not return to the midday meal.