Many times that day he peered through the crowd into the corner out of the sun, where Morva's purple blooms made a grand show.

At last he ventured nearer, and laying his sweets and gingerbreads down beside her, said: "Thee'll be hungry by and by, Morva; wilt have these ?" The girl's eyes drooped, and she scarcely answered, but the smile and the blush with which she took up the paper bags were quite enough for Gethin, who went home early, with that smile and blush gilding every thought and every subject of conversation with his companions of the road.
In the afternoon Morva, having sold her brooms, prepared to leave the market.

Looking up the sunny street, she saw Will approaching, and the little cloud of sadness which Gethin's genial smile had banished for a time, returned, bringing with it a pucker on the brows and a droop at the corners of her mouth.
"Well, indeed," she soliloquised, "there's grand Will is looking, with his gloves and shining boots; quite like a gentleman.

'Tis not only me he will have to say good-bye to soon, I am thinking, but to all at Garthowen." Her thoughts were interrupted by his arrival.

"Art still here, Morva ?" he said; "I thought thee wouldst have gone long ago." "Only just now I have sold my brooms.