"I wonder what we are born for ?" * * * * * * At Garthowen the stream of life was flowing on smoothly just then.
Will was happy and content.

He had read the lessons on Sunday to Mr.
Price's entire satisfaction, clearly and with an evident understanding of their meaning.

Sometimes the roll of the "r's" and the lengthening of the "o's" showed the Welshman's difficulty in pronouncing the English tongue, but upon the whole, the accent was wonderfully good.
Above all things Will had taken pains to acquire the English tone of speech, for he was sufficiently acute to know that however learned a Welshman may be, his chances of success are seriously minimised by a Welsh accent, therefore he had paid much attention to this point.
"The time is drawing near, father," he said one day.

"I am determined to go to Llaniago, and if you can't pay I must get the money somewhere else, that's all," and he had risen from the table with that wilful, dogged curve on his mouth which his father knew so well, and had always been so weakly unable to resist.
"Twt, twt, my boy," he said, "that will be all right; don't you vex about that." And thus reassured, Will gladly banished the disquieting doubt from his mind, and his good humour returned.
Gethin seemed to fall naturally into his place as eldest son of the family, taking to the farm work with zeal and energy, and making up for his want of experience by his complete devotion to his work.
Ann was calm and serene as usual, happy in her brother's prospects, and deeply interested in the grey stone house which the congregation at Penmorien were building for their minister.
Gwilym Morris devoted himself entirely to Will's preparations for his entrance examination.
And for Morva, what had the autumn brought?
A rich, full tide of life and happiness.

Every morning she rose with the sun, and as she opened the door and let in the scent of the furze and the dewy grass, her whole being responded to the voice of Nature around her.