Sometimes, too, her stock-in-trade was increased by a collection of wooden bowls, spoons, scales, and trenchers, which Stiven "Storrom," living on the shore below, turned off his lathe, and sold through Morva's agency.

At such times she borrowed Stiven's donkey-cart, and stood by it in the market until her wares were sold.
But to-day she had only her brooms, and tying them on her shoulders, she held the cords crossed over her bosom, stooping a little under their weight.

Her head was buried in the purple blossoms, so that she did not hear the tramp of footsteps following close behind her.
Gethin and Will were going to the market together, and the latter had recognised the girl at some distance off, but had kept silence and lessened his speed a little until his brother had asked: "Who is this lass walking before us?
Let's catch her up and carry her brooms for her." "Nonsense," said Will.

"A Garthowen man may drive his sheep, his oxen, and his horses to market, but to carry a bundle of brooms would not look well.

Leave them and the fowls to the women, and the pigs to the men-servants--that's my fancy." "Well, my fancy is to help this lassie," said Gethin.