You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear, and Gethin Owens will be Gethin Owens always.
There's the dear old place!" he cried suddenly; "there's the elder tree over the kitchen door! Well, indeed! I have thought of it many times in distant lands and stormy seas, and here it is now in reality! God bless the old home!" and he took off his cap and waved it round his head as he shouted, "Hoi! hoi!" to Ann, who, already apprised of his coming, was running through the farmyard to meet him.
"Oh, Gethin anwl!" she sobbed, as she clasped her arms round his neck.
Gethin gently loosed her clinging fingers, and kissed the tears from her eyes, and in her heart welled up again the tender love which had been smothered and buried for so long.
Gwilym Morris came hurrying down from his "study," a tiny room partitioned off from the hayloft.

And if the fatted calf was not killed for Gethin's return, a fine goose was, and no happier family sat down to their midday meal that day in all Wales than the household of Garthowen.
In the afternoon Gethin insisted upon taking his sickle to the cornfield, and although the work was new to him his brawny arm soon made an impression on the standing corn.

The field was full of laughter and talk, the sweet autumn air was laden with the scent of the blackberries and honeysuckle in the hedges, and the work went on with a will until, at four o'clock, the reapers took a rest, sitting on the sunny hedge sides.
Through the gap Ann and Morva appeared, bringing the welcome basket of tea.

Gethin hurried towards them, relieving them of the heavy basket which they were carrying between them.
"Thee'll have enough to do if thee'st going to help the women folk here," said Will.
"He's been in foreign parts," said a reaper, "and learnt manners, ye see." "Yes," said another, "that polish will soon wear off." "Well, caton pawb!" said Gethin, "manners or no manners, man, I never could sit still and see a woman, foreign or Welsh, carry a heavy load without helping her." The two girls spread the refreshing viands on the grass, and with merry repartee answered the jokes of the hungry reapers.
"'Twill be a jolly supper to-night, Miss Ann; we'll expect the 'fatted calf,'" said one.
"Well, you'll get it," replied Ann; "'tis veal in the cawl, whatever." "Hast seen Gethin before ?" said Will to Morva, observing there was no greeting between them.
"Well, yes," answered the girl, blushing a rosy red under her sunbonnet; "wasn't it at our cottage he slept last night?
and indeed there's glad mother was to see him." "And thee ought to be too," said one of the reapers, "for I'll never forget how thee cried the day he ran away." "Well, I'll never make her cry again," said Gethin.

"Art going at once, lass?
Wilt not sit here and have tea with us ?" and he drew his coat, which he had taken off for his work, toward her, and spread it on the hedge side.
Morva laughed shyly; she was not used to such attentions.
"No, indeed, I must go," she answered; "we are preparing supper." As she followed Ann through the gap Gethin looked after her with a smile in his eyes.
"There's bonnie flowers growing on the slopes of Garthowen, and no mistake," he said.
Will examined the edge of his sickle and did not answer.
Later on, when the harvest supper was over, and the last brawny reaper had filed out of the farmyard in the soft evening twilight, the Garthowen household dropped in one by one to the best kitchen, where their own meals were generally partaken of.