He is going to preach at Castell On next Sunday." Ebben Owens gasped for breath.
"Will!" he said, "my son Will?
Oh! yes, he is a good boy, indeed, and is he going to preach here on Sunday?
Well, well, 'twill be a grand day for me!" "Yes," said Mr.Price, "I hear he is a splendid preacher, and I thought 'twas a pity his old friends in this neighbourhood should not hear him, so I asked him, and he has agreed to come.

You must all come in and hear him--you too, Mrs.Morris, and your husband." "My husband," said Ann, drawing herself up a little, "will have his own services to attend to; but on such an occasion I will be there certainly." "Well, you must all dine with me," said the hospitable vicar.
"No, no, sir," said Ebben Owens, "I'll take the car, and we'll bring Will back here to dinner.

We'll have a goose, Ann, and a leg of mutton and tongue." "Yes," said Ann, smiling, "Magw will see to them while we are at church." Mr.Price stayed to tea this time, and satisfied the old man's heart by his praises of his son.

On his departure Ebben Owens sat down at once to indite a letter to Will, informing him of the great happiness it had given him to hear of his intention to preach at Castell On.
"Of course, my boy," he went on to say in his homely, rugged Welsh, "we will be there to hear you, and I will drive you home in the car, and we will have the fattest goose for dinner, and the best bedroom will be ready for you.

These few lines from "Your delighted and loving father, "EBBEN OWENS, "Garthowen." Will crushed the letter with a sigh when he had read it, and threw it into the fire, and the old Garthowen pucker on his forehead was only chased away by the perusal of a letter from Gwenda, whose contents we will not dare to pry into.
Never were there such preparations for attending a service, as were made at Garthowen before the next Sunday morning.