"Come, loosen thy cords." But Morva held them tightly.
"Not for the world," she said.

"It is quite right I should carry my wares to market, but I would not like to see a son of Garthowen with a bundle of brooms on his shoulders." "I will have them," he said; "come, loosen the cords," and he laid hold of one of the hands which held the rope.
A warm glow overspread Morva's face, as the large brown hand covered hers in its firm grasp.
"No, I will do this to please thee," she said, and loosening her hold of the bundle, she flung it suddenly into an empty red cart which was rattling by.

"Take care of them, Shemi, thou know'st my corner in the market." "Yes, yes," said Shemi, "they will be all right." And Morva stood up in the sunshine freed from her burden.
Will seemed to think it the right time to join them, and suddenly appearing, greeted the girl, but rather coldly, and the three walked on together, Gethin much resenting Will's bad temper, and endeavouring to make up for his brother's somewhat silent and pre-occupied manner by keeping up the conversation himself.

But a little constraint fell upon them all, Gethin chafing at the girl's apparent nervousness, and his brother's silence; Morva fearful of offending Will, and disturbed at her own pleasure at meeting Gethin.

When they reached the town she bade them good-bye.
"Here's my corner," she said, "and when I have sold my brooms, I am going home in the cart from the mill at Pont-y-fro." Will seemed relieved at this solving of his difficulties, but Gethin was not so satisfied; he roamed the market discontentedly, filling his pockets with sweets and gingerbread.