'Sell her!' I said.
'What for would 'n'wncwl Ebben sell the best cow in his herd?
No, no,' said I.

'Show us one as good as her, and 'tis buying he'll be, and not selling.'" "Lol! lol!" said the old man; "thee mustn't be too sure, girl.

I am getting old and not fit to manage the farm.

I wouldn't care much if I sold everything and went to live in a cottage." "'Twt, twt," said Morva, "you will never leave old Garthowen, and 'twill be long before Roberts the drover takes Daisy away.

Go and see mother, 'n'wncwl Ebben; she is full of good news for you.