Come and show yourself to Mr.Price and to all the young ladies.

Be bound, if they were to see you in your cap and gown, not the highest among them but would be proud to shake hands with you!" But Will declined the offer.

Later in the day, however, he walked in alone, and only that sad angel, who surely records the bitter wounds inflicted by children upon the tender parent hearts, knew how sharp a stab entered the old man's soul; but next day he had "got over it," as the phrase is.
With a slow, dragging step Morva walked home on the evening of Will's arrival.

He had nodded at her in a nonchalant manner, with a kindly, "Well, Morva!" in passing, just as he had done to Magw and Shan, but further than that had not spoken to her again, though his eyes followed her everywhere as she moved about her household duties.
"Prettier than ever!" he thought.

"My word! there is not one of the Llaniago young ladies fit to tie her shoe!" As soon as the cows were milked and the short frosty day had ended, the moon rose clear and bright over the Cribserth.
"I am going to see Sara," said Will, taking his hat off the peg in the blue painted passage.
No one was surprised at that, for both Will and Gethin, ever since their mother's death, had been accustomed to run to Sara for sympathy with every pleasure or misfortune, and after being two months away it was quite natural that he should want to see her; so Morva had scarcely rounded the bend of the Cribserth before Will had caught her up.