"I have been saving up all my money since you went to college, and now there it is lying idle in the bank." "Well, father, it would only offend my uncle if I did not let him supply all my wants; and as my future depends so much upon him, would it be wise of me to do that ?" "No, no, my boy, b'tshwr, it wouldn't.

I am a foolish old man, and must not keep my boy back when he is getting on so grand.

Och fi! Och fi!" and he sighed deeply.
"Och fi!" laughed Ann and Will together.
"One would think 'twas the downward path Will was going," said the former.
"No, no!" replied the old man, "'tis the path of life I was thinking of, my children.

You don't know it yet, but when you come to my age perhaps you will understand it," and he sighed again wearily.
He had altered much of late, a continual sadness seemed to have fallen on his spirit, the old pucker on his forehead was seldom absent now, he was irritable and ready to take offence, and if not spoken to, would remain silently brooding in the chimney corner.
On the contrary, Ann's whole nature seemed to have expanded.

Her happy married life drew out the brightness and cheerfulness which perhaps had been a little lacking in her early girlhood.
Gwilym Morris was an ideal husband; tender and affectionate as a woman, but withal firm and steady as steel; a strong support in worldly as well as spiritual affairs.