Why should I not be?
They are all so kind to me at Garthowen, and I love them all so much.

I would lay my life down for them, mother, and still be happy!" "Yes, child, I believe thou wouldst.

Come to supper, the cawl is ready." "Tis the cynos to-morrow night, mother, will I go ?" "Yes, of course; I wouldn't have thee go to the cynos of any other farm; there is too much foolishness going on." "Robin Davies, the sailor, is going to bring his fiddle, and there will be fun, but Ann will not allow any foolishness." "No, no," said Sara, "she's a sensible girl, and going to be married to Gwilym Morris too! that will be a happy thing for her I think." Morva was silent, following her own train of thoughts while she ate her barley bread and drank her cawl, and when she broke the silence with a remark about Will, to both women it came naturally, as the sequence of their musings.
"Will is going away to-morrow, mother." "Away to-morrow! so soon ?" "Only for a day or two, I think." "Was that the meaning of the sigh then, Morva ?" "I don't know," said the girl, pensively chasing a fly with her finger on the table.

"Oh, mother! I don't know, it is all a turmoil and unrest of thoughts here," and she drew her hand over her forehead.
"Well, never mind that, 'merch i, if it is rest and happiness _here_," and Sara laid her finger on the region of Morva's heart.

"Tell me that, child; is it rest and love there ?" "Oh! I don't know, mother; I don't know indeed, indeed." And then she did what Sara had scarcely ever seen her do since she had "gone into long frocks and turned her hair up," she crossed her arms on the table, and leaning her head upon them, she sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed..