At any rate the Garthowen pigs resented it warmly, and the air was rent with their shrieks as Will and Gwilym Morris came upon the scene.

Ebben Owens almost dropped his pig in the delight of seeing his son in his new clothes.

Will nodded smilingly at him, while keeping at a respectable distance from the shrieking animals, and the old man was filled with a glow of pride and happiness which threw a _couleur de rose_ over everything for the rest of the day.

In truth, Morgan Jones of Bryn made an easy bargain with him for those pigs, and Ebben went home in the evening with ten shillings less in his pocket than he meant to have had when he started from home.
"Look you here," he said to Ann and Gethin, who both hovered round him on his return with loving attentions, "look you here now; wasn't a gentleman in the market looking smarter than our Will to-day! There was the young son of Mr.Vaughan the lawyer, was dressed like him exactly--same brown hat, same grey suit, and his boots not shining so well as Will's! Caton pawb! there's handsome he was! Shouldn't wonder if he didn't marry a lady some day, with plenty of money!" "Shouldn't wonder, indeed," said Gethin, clapping him on the back; "and there's proud he'll be to drive his old father to church with him!" "Hech! hech! hech!" laughed the old man, sitting down and rubbing his knees.

"Well, indeed, he's a fine boy, whatever!" "Wasn't Gwilym there ?" asked Ann.
"Yes, yes, to be sure, and he is looking very nice always; but I didn't notice him much today." Meanwhile, in the town, Will and Gwilym had much to do; there were books to be got--there was a horse to be looked at for the farm--and, moreover, Will was to call upon Mr.Price the vicar, so the hours passed quickly away, until late in the afternoon when the crowd was a little thinning, the Nantmyny carriage passed through the street, within it Colonel Vaughan and his niece.