cwl Ebben was so angry! I don't forget how cross he was
one day when I let the Bible fall; didn't his face alter! 'Dost
remember, girl,' he said, 'it is the Word of God!' and there's
frightened I was! Poor Gethin! 'twas hard, though, to turn him away,
for all they are such wicked words. 'Hallelujah! Amen!' Well,
indeed! the very words that 'n'wncwl Ebben says so solemn after the
sermon in Penmorien!" and she shook her head sorrowfully, "and here
they are after this song about the devil. Will would never have done
that," and she pondered a little seriously; "but poor Gethin! After
all, he was only a boy, and boys do dreadful things--but Will never
did! Mother reads her Bible plenty too, but I don't think she would
have turned me out when I was a little girl if I had made this song.
I'll tell her to-night, and see what she says about Gethin, poor
fellow."

She closed and clasped the book, and mounting the table again, replaced
it in the hollow at the top of the bookcase, with the stuffed birds and
glass case over it.

When Ann and her father returned from chapel, there was a conscious
look on her face which they both remarked upon at once.

"What's the matter, Morva?" asked Ann.

"Is the calf worse?" asked the old man.

"No," answered the girl, her seriousness vanishing at once. "Nothing's
the matter; the calf is getting quite well."

As she spoke Will arrived from church, wearing a black coat and a white
cotton tie, his prayer-book under his arm.

Ebben Owens looked at him with an air of proud satisfaction.

"Here comes the parson," he said, and Will smiled graciously even at
Morva, whom he generally ignored in the presence of Ann and his father.

"Hast been stopping at home, Morva? I thought thee wast at chapel."

"I am going home now," said the girl, eyeing him rather critically. "I
will tell mother I have seen the 'Rev. Verily Verily.'"

Will flushed up, though he pretended to laugh; but Ebben Owens looked
annoyed.

"No more of that nonsense, Morva; thou art a bit too forward, girl;
remember Will is thy master's son, and leave off thy jokes."

"Oh! she meant no harm," said Will apologetically; "'twill be hard if
we can't have our jokes, parson or no parson."

"Well, indeed," said Morva, without a shade of annoyance in her voice,
"'twill be hard at first; but I suppose I will get used to it some day.
Will you want me again to-night, Ann?"

"No; but to-morrow early," said Ann.

And Morva