She served the porridge into the black bowls, and shyly pushed Gethin's towards him, cutting him a slice of the barley bread and butter.
"I have left my canvas bag at Caer-Madoc," said Gethin, when he had somewhat appeased his appetite.

"'Twill come up to Garthowen to-morrow.

I have a present in it for thee, Morva." "For me ?" said the girl, and a flood of crimson rushed into her face.
"I didn't think thee wouldst be remembering me." "There thou wast wrong, then," said Gethin, cutting himself another slice.
"Well, indeed, I have never had a present before!" "I have one for Ann, and Will, and my father, God bless him! And how is good old Will ?" "He is quite well," said Morva.
"As industrious and good as ever?
Dei anwl! there's a difference there was between me and him! You wouldn't think we were children of the same mother.

Well, you can't alter your nature, and I'm afraid 'tis a bad lot Gethin Owens will be to the end!" And he laughed aloud, his black eyes sparkling, and the rings in his ears shining out in the gloom of the cottage.
Morva looked at the stalwart form, the swarthy skin, the strong, even teeth, that gleamed so white under the black moustache, the jet-black hair, the broad shoulders, and thought how proud Ann would be of such a brother.
They sat long into the night, Sara gathering from the young man the history of all his varied experiences since he had left his father's home; Morva listening intently as she cleared away the supper, Gethin's eyes following her light figure with fascinated gaze.
At last the door was bolted, the fire swept up, and Sara and Morva, retiring to the penucha, left Gethin to his musings, which, however, quickly resolved themselves into a heavy, dreamless sleep, that lasted until the larks were singing above the moor on the following morning.
[1] Sea-maiden.
[2] Spirit Sara..