CHAPTER XXII.
GETHIN'S STORY True to his promise, Gethin was early at the docks, and as he sat dangling his legs over a coil of rope, he laughed and slapped his knee, when amongst the crowd of loiterers on the wharf-side he saw Sara's red mantle appear.
"Didn't I say so ?" he exclaimed, crossing to meet her, "didn't I say you'd be here an hour and a half too soon?
Just like a country woman! why, the ship must wait for the tide, Sara fach.

But I'm glad you're come, we shall have time for a chat; there's some things I want you to know before I see you again." "Afraid I was, 'machgen i," said Sara, "that the steamer would start without me, and I will be quite happy to sit here and wait.

Dear, dear! how full the world is of wonders that we never know of down there in the gorse and heather! all these strange people, different faces, different languages.

Gethin bach, those who roam away from home see much to open their minds." "Yes," said Gethin, "and much to make them sick of it all; 'tis glad I'll be to say good-bye to it, and to settle down in the old home again.

But the time is passing, Sara fach, and I wanted to tell thee what I have never told any one else, why I left Garthowen so suddenly.
I can tell you now, since my father has let every one know of it; but I couldn't talk about it before Kitty Jones last night, for 'tis a bitter thing to know your father has been dishonourable, and has lost the respect of his neighbours.