'Twill all be right soon, Morva.
Canst take my word for it?
For I cannot explain how I know, but I tell thee thy trouble will soon be over.

How are they at Garthowen to-night ?" "Oh, well," said the girl; "only 'n'wncwl Ebben is always very sad.
Not even Will's marriage will make him happy.

'Tis breaking his heart he is for the old close companionship.

Will ought to come and see him oftener.

Poor 'n'wncwl Ebben! 'Tis sad to lose his two sons." "Gethin will come home," said Sara; "and Ebben Owens will be happy again." Morva made no answer, but watched the sparks from the crackling furze, as they flew up the chimney, and thought of the night when she had stamped them out with her wooden shoe, and had dared the uncertainties of the future.