| (1, 0) 41 | I didn't think, when I let her go down to Llantrisant, that I was going to miss her like this. |
| (1, 0) 42 | Of course it would not be right to stop her, and them expecting a baby in the house in seven or eight weeks. |
| (1, 0) 44 | It isn't so much the extra work on me I'm thinking of, but I miss her about the place here. |
| (1, 0) 45 | She hasn't got too much sense, and you couldn't say she's such a great deal to look at ─ but, somehow, I miss her old face about the house. |
| (1, 0) 50 | Have you finished the letter to Myfanw', John? |
| (1, 0) 55 | And you've put in that Gwilym is to go in five weeks' time? |
| (1, 0) 58 | I don't know how I'm going to part with him, John. |
| (1, 0) 59 | I don't know how I'm going to do it. |
| (1, 0) 60 | It's an awful thing to part like this, and me his mother! |
| (1, 0) 61 | I can't understand, John, why God puts people together, if they've got to part after all. |
| (1, 0) 66 | Well, Myfanw'll be lucky to get him. |
| (1, 0) 67 | Who could she get better to keep the accounts on the farm, and him writing such pretty bits of poetry ─in English as well as Welsh? |
| (1, 0) 68 | I suppose you put in the letter about him winning the prize at the Eisteddfod in Mountain Ash? |
| (1, 0) 71 | And only five weeks now before he'll be going! |
| (1, 0) 72 | I don't want to stand in his light, John. |
| (1, 0) 73 | But, oh, it's awful soon to lose him! |
| (1, 0) 77 | Aay, John, I know, I know! |
| (1, 0) 78 | That's what I am trying to tell myself all the time. |
| (1, 0) 79 | That's all I'm asking of the Almighty ─ to let me live to see our Gwilym have his health again. |
| (1, 0) 80 | There's Lewis and John Henry ─ they can fight their way for themselves; but for our Gwilym, poor boy, it's different. |
| (1, 0) 81 | If only I am spared for that ─ to see him fine and strong and his face all brown with health ─ once, only just once before I die, and then I think I will go singing from the world! |
| (1, 0) 85 | "Endeavoring?" Let me see now! |
| (1, 0) 86 | Christian Endeavor Society. |
| (1, 0) 87 | E-n-d ─ I don't know! |
| (1, 0) 88 | Better for you, John bach, if you'd written in Welsh! |
| (1, 0) 98 | I wonder what he'll look like! |
| (1, 0) 101 | Our Gwilym ─ when he comes back strong and well. |
| (1, 0) 103 | It's a fine thing, John, for a woman to look at her children and see them all strong men, so strong that they could crush her with their hands, and those hands never lifted but in kindness. |
| (1, 0) 104 | Still there's something, too ─ I can't explain ─ in the child that's weak and suffering keeps him very near your heart. |
| (1, 0) 105 | It's like having one who didn't grow up like the rest, one that you must be always taking care of. |
| (1, 0) 118 | They aren't giving old account to anybody now. |
| (1, 0) 119 | They lost so much bad debts in the last strike. |
| (1, 0) 128 | But there's one thing, John ─ I daresay I could get a bit of the best end of the neck and make him a bit of something tempting. |
| (1, 0) 130 | We shall have to watch the money pretty close these next few weeks in order to get him some more things. |
| (1, 0) 131 | I wouldn't like Myfanw' to see him without everything decent and respectable ─ three of each, say, and p'raps a dozen collars. |
| (1, 0) 136 | You mean, John, about her running away with the barman? |
| (1, 0) 138 | Well, she married him; that's something, anyhow. |
| (1, 0) 141 | Well, John, it isn't for me to say anything against your father, and him in his grave today. |
| (1, 0) 142 | But he was a hard man ─ too hard and too cold for a girl like Vanw'. |
| (1, 0) 146 | All the same, John, I don't agree with bringing up children as if there was always a corpse in the house. |
| (1, 0) 147 | And she was a strange girl was Myfanw' ─ all life and fire and feeling. |
| (1, 0) 148 | And the way she used to sing! |
| (1, 0) 149 | I can't help thinking our John Henry is growing up to look the living image of his Aunt Myfanw'. |
| (1, 0) 152 | And there's something about his nose and chin, too. |
| (1, 0) 153 | Have you put anything about him in the letter? |
| (1, 0) 157 | University, John, University! |
| (1, 0) 163 | The Rev. John Henry Price B.A. |
| (1, 0) 166 | We couldn't have done it, John, not with poor Gwilym bad as he is. |
| (1, 0) 167 | It's been hard enough, even with Sam lodging here. |
| (1, 0) 173 | Working hard for the exams he is, no doubt, because he hasn't written home these last few weeks ─ nothing beyond a couple of picture postcards. |
| (1, 0) 175 | Well, you see, John, Isaac Pugh's William Ewart is studying for a preacher, too, so p'raps we oughtn't to expect it. |
| (1, 0) 180 | I suppose you've told Myfanw' about the call to Horeb? |
| (1, 0) 181 | She'll sure to be interested, and her sitting in the corner by the harmonium from the time she was baptised. |
| (1, 0) 187 | Yes, John, I have. |
| (1, 0) 192 | And he'd be able to live at home with us, and I could look after his clothes. |
| (1, 0) 193 | What we'd have to do would be to turn Lewis's bedroom into a study, and Lewis could have Gwilym's room in the back. |
| (1, 0) 194 | Anyhow, John Henry will be here till October. |
| (1, 0) 195 | That's one comfort; for it's a strange house it will be to me with Gwilym going across the water. |
| (1, 0) 197 | Five weeks! |
| (1, 0) 198 | Only five more weeks! |
| (1, 0) 202 | I can't help it, John bach. |
| (1, 0) 203 | I'm as God made me. |
| (1, 0) 204 | Somehow, I feel afraid ─ afraid of the waiting and the waiting, thinking of him day and night, and him away in foreign parts. |
| (1, 0) 205 | I'll be seeing his face every hour of the day, if I only shut my eyes, and his voice will keep on coming back to me as I go about the house and out in the garden by his bank of flowers. |
| (1, 0) 209 | Tan i marw! |
| (1, 0) 210 | Here's Gwilym and Sam coming up from the crossing, and I haven't so much as laid the tea! |
| (1, 0) 212 | There's talk you do, John! |
| (1, 0) 214 | I don't like the boys to come home, and things not ready. |
| (1, 0) 215 | A woman can't expect to keep much of a hold on her children if she doesn't look after their comfort. |
| (1, 0) 217 | Pity Lizzie Ann isn't here, too! |
| (1, 0) 218 | She may be dull; I'm always telling her she's not quite sixteen ounces ─ {bustling in with a basket containing cups and saucers} ─ but she's handy, and it's nice to see her old face about the house. |
| (1, 0) 219 | And I'll get that drop of broth ready for his supper. |
| (1, 0) 239 | Where you've been all the time, boy bach? |
| (1, 0) 240 | And the weather so hot like this. |
| (1, 0) 243 | Sit you down, 'nghariad-i. |
| (1, 0) 244 | You shall have your tea in a minute. |
| (1, 0) 259 | Where have you been, Gwilym? |
| (1, 0) 264 | Bread and butter, Sam? |
| (1, 0) 265 | Sam. |
| (1, 0) 266 | Skooliki da, as yer say dahn 'ere missis. |
| (1, 0) 267 | Skooliki da! |
| (1, 0) 269 | Come in. |
| (1, 0) 273 | Ah! |
| (1, 0) 274 | Shwt ŷch-chi, Isaac Pugh? |
| (1, 0) 275 | Dewch miwn. |
| (1, 0) 279 | Yes, yes. |
| (1, 0) 280 | Come in you. |
| (1, 0) 282 | Will you take a cup with us? |
| (1, 0) 289 | There's plenty of welcome, mind you now. |
| (1, 0) 319 | Ah, yes! |
| (1, 0) 320 | It isn't like it was, when we'd have to bring the benches out of the vestry on a Sunday night. |
| (1, 0) 322 | Take you this in your hand by there now, Isaac Pugh. |
| (1, 0) 328 | Sure now you won't have a bit of bread and butter? |
| (1, 0) 329 | There's a nice thin piece for you. |
| (1, 0) 332 | I suppose, Isaac Pugh, like us, you're looking forward to them coming home from college. |
| (1, 0) 338 | Only a few picture postcards these last few weeks, but we haven't worried him about it, and him studying for the examination. |
| (1, 0) 339 | Awful things, those old examinations! |
| (1, 0) 340 | I hope his landlady is looking after him; though I must say she seemed a tidy little woman, if she was Church of England. |
| (1, 0) 359 | There you are, John! |
| (1, 0) 360 | Didn't I always tell you? |
| (1, 0) 361 | And him left school when he was only fourteen, too! |
| (1, 0) 362 | But there was no keeping him back. |
| (1, 0) 363 | Off he went to the nightschool every winter. |
| (1, 0) 364 | And the books he was always buying ─ him only a collier, too! |