"'Tis riper and softer we ought to be growing in our old age, more ready to be gathered.

I will go and see her sometimes; oftener than I have." Their conversation was interrupted by a shadow passing the window, and a firm footstep in the passage.
"Hoi, hoi!" said a loud, breezy voice, "Mrs.Jones!--how is she here ?" and Gethin Owens clasped her hand with a resounding clap.
"Much you care how I am, Gethin Owens.

Never been to see me for so long." "Well, you look all the better for my absence, I think.

But what you want with me?
Tom Jenkins said an old woman wanted to see me shocking, and I gave him a clatch on his ear, to teach him not to call a young woman like you an old woman.

Why, you look ten years younger than when I saw you last." "Go 'long, Gethin Owens," said Mrs.Jones.