Dei anwl! When I came to myself, and saw the bare, whitewashed walls of the hospital, the foreign nurses moving about--very kind and tender they were, too, but 'twasn't Morva--Garthowen slopes, Morva, the mill and the moor had all gone, and when I saw where I was, what will you think of me, Sara, when I tell you I cried like a little child, like I did the day when I tore myself away from little Morva long ago, when I ran away from home, and heard her calling after me, 'Gethin! Gethin!' "The nurse was very kind to me.

She saw my tears were falling like the rain.

''Tis weak you are, poor fellow,' says she, for she could speak English.

God bless her! I will never forget her.

And she did her best to strengthen me with good food and cheering words; and in time I got well, but 'twas many months before I felt like myself again.
"Well, in the next bed to mine was a man, brought in when I was at my worst, or my best, having that jolly time on Garthowen slopes with Morva.