| (1, 0) 189 | Noswath dda, Mrs. Morgan. |
| (1, 0) 194 | Oh! weddol, Betsi fach, weddol! |
| (1, 0) 195 | But it's a hard day of it I've had─what with the extra baking and getting a bed ready for my brother-in-law. |
| (1, 0) 200 | Yes. |
| (1, 0) 201 | We're going to have John William with us for a couple of weeks. |
| (1, 0) 202 | As soon as he heard that our Evan had been broken out of the Chapel for drinking, he wrote and said he was coming to stay a fortnight. |
| (1, 0) 209 | Well, I won't say a few pounds wouldn't come in handy with our Evan as he is. |
| (1, 0) 210 | But I've roughed it enough in this old world, and I can manage. |
| (1, 0) 211 | It's of the little girl I'm thinking. |
| (1, 0) 212 | I'd be glad if he put a bit by for her to fall back on after my days. |
| (1, 0) 215 | Well, if the little girl was to gain anything by John William coming, there's no thanks due to the Richardses. |
| (1, 0) 216 | I'm not denying Evan is fond of his glass. |
| (1, 0) 217 | But there was no call for Richards to bring him before the Chapel, especially with Mrs. Richards using my mangle as she used to. |
| (1, 0) 219 | Well, Betsi, it isn't for me to say he was─being his wife; and, being a Christian woman, it isn't for me to say he wasn't. |
| (1, 0) 220 | But what I do say is, there was no need for the Richardses to make a fuss about it. |
| (1, 0) 222 | By one vote, Betsi. |
| (1, 0) 223 | I'd as soon vote for Cohen the Pawnbroker! |
| (1, 0) 225 | And it's nothing to make a song about either, is the Richards's bread. |
| (1, 0) 228 | What I've always said is, barm or yeast. |
| (1, 0) 229 | Stick to one or the other. |
| (1, 0) 230 | I can't abide a woman that's always shilly-shallying with the both. |
| (1, 0) 232 | Not that I'm saying a woman oughtn't to use barm if she can't get good yeast. |
| (1, 0) 233 | Oh, no! |
| (1, 0) 237 | There's me now. |
| (1, 0) 238 | I went to the Top Shop for yeast this morning. |
| (1, 0) 239 | Such trash, my girl─well, you ought to have seen it! |
| (1, 0) 240 | Rise? |
| (1, 0) 241 | You'd want a balloon to rise it. |
| (1, 0) 242 | So I sent our Maggie up to the brewery for some barm. |
| (1, 0) 246 | Aay! |
| (1, 0) 247 | I remember him well. |
| (1, 0) 248 | Great friend of our Evan, and of your Yanto, too, come to that! |
| (1, 0) 250 | Der! times have changed on us all. |
| (1, 0) 253 | Yes, yes! |
| (1, 0) 254 | Yanto and Zachariah? |
| (1, 0) 257 | No! |
| (1, 0) 260 | You don't say! |
| (1, 0) 261 | Let's have a look, Betsi fach. |
| (1, 0) 263 | Yes, quick. |
| (1, 0) 268 | Well, tan i marw! |
| (1, 0) 269 | Yanto─the living image of him, Betsi! |
| (1, 0) 270 | Poor Yanto, such a happy laugh he had, you'd think there was no such thing. |
| (1, 0) 271 | as trouble in the world! |
| (1, 0) 276 | Well, diwedd annwyl, Betsi fach! |
| (1, 0) 277 | The spit moral of him─just as he used to be, sitting in the sêt fawr in Horeb. |
| (1, 0) 282 | It takes us back a long time, Betsi fach! |
| (1, 0) 283 | It's a long time since you and Yanto Pugh the Pop began walking out on Bryndu. |
| (1, 0) 296 | Has she started baking her own bread? |
| (1, 0) 299 | Oh, indeed! |
| (1, 0) 300 | Large or Small? |
| (1, 0) 302 | Well, people may say what they like, but I've always believed the small loaves bake more even. |
| (1, 0) 303 | I'd never make large myself. |
| (1, 0) 305 | Well, its only natural. |
| (1, 0) 307 | Taw sôn! |
| (1, 0) 308 | Forgot to mark it? |
| (1, 0) 310 | Nice little thing she is, I'd say, from the look of her. |
| (1, 0) 314 | But then, according to Mrs. Price Shop Loshin, everybody's too stuck up that won't waste half the morning talking over the wall. |
| (1, 0) 316 | I suppose Mrs. Richards will never get over it that Davy Morgan didn't marry her Jinnie after all? |
| (1, 0) 318 | They thought a lot of his wife down there at the Paris House, and I'll say this for her whatever─that bonnet she made for our Sarah when Matthew died was almost enough to make a woman thankful to be a widow. |
| (1, 0) 322 | Who? |
| (1, 0) 329 | And, of course, I told him he'd better come back in the morning. |
| (1, 0) 330 | Oh! |
| (1, 0) 331 | It's Mrs. Morgan! |
| (1, 0) 337 | It's your first baking, I suppose, Mrs. Morgan? |
| (1, 0) 345 | Er─how long did you say you'd been married? |
| (1, 0) 350 | No, I'm not making fun, Mrs. Morgan. |
| (1, 0) 351 | But it isn't a woman's business to get her husband everything he wants. |
| (1, 0) 355 | Well, I'd say now it's her business to keep him from wanting everything she can't get. |
| (1, 0) 358 | Never you mind then. |
| (1, 0) 359 | You will some day. |
| (1, 0) 363 | I wonder! |
| (1, 0) 366 | Every woman's husband is an exception, Mrs. Morgan─-when she's only been married a month. |
| (1, 0) 377 | Don't you vex about them, Mrs. Morgan. |
| (1, 0) 378 | They're not worth it. |
| (1, 0) 381 | Aay. |
| (1, 0) 382 | Then she'd see; and, if you'll excuse me mentioning it, that was a grand little bonnet you made for our Sarah─ |
| (1, 0) 385 | Yes. |
| (1, 0) 386 | But, to-day, when the talk is of baking, I can hold up my head with any woman in the valley. |
| (1, 0) 387 | And I've got my own tins, too, with my name on them. |
| (1, 0) 388 | Wara tég i Evan! |
| (1, 0) 389 | He does take a pride in the bread. |
| (1, 0) 390 | What did you: use, Mrs. Morgan, yeast or barm? |
| (1, 0) 395 | Wh-a-a-t? |
| (1, 0) 397 | Top Shop? |
| (1, 0) 398 | Last night? |
| (1, 0) 402 | Did you try it, Mrs. Morgan? |
| (1, 0) 404 | Yes. |
| (1, 0) 405 | Mix it with warm water and sprinkle flour on it, and put it on the hob to see if it would rise? |
| (1, 0) 415 | Let me see. |
| (1, 0) 416 | You're living in Tredegar Terrace. |
| (1, 0) 417 | Have you got any of that yeast left? |
| (1, 0) 421 | Keep it? |
| (1, 0) 424 | You'd better run home quick, and bring me a bit to look at. |
| (1, 0) 432 | Betsi? |
| (1, 0) 434 | That bread won't rise with that Top Shop yeast─not if you leave it there till Judgment Day! |
| (1, 0) 436 | Pity for her, too, mind you! |
| (1, 0) 437 | She's young; that's all. |
| (1, 0) 439 | Can't we do something, Betsi? |
| (1, 0) 440 | I don't like to think of her looking simple before all the others, and her only newly married. |
| (1, 0) 445 | It's the Richardses! |
| (1, 0) 459 | Good night to you, Mrs. Richards. |
| (1, 0) 460 | How are you, Miss Richards? |
| (1, 0) 485 | Oh yes, Mrs. Richards, often! |
| (1, 0) 510 | Oh! he's eating his allowance pretty hearty, thank you, Mrs. Richards. |
| (1, 0) 514 | I'm sure she will, Mrs. Richards. |
| (1, 0) 518 | Every new broom sweeps clean, as we all know. |
| (1, 0) 520 | Well, I wouldn't like to be the one to say so, Mrs. Richards; but you ought to know your own husband best─ |
| (1, 0) 525 | Oh! |
| (1, 0) 526 | I beg your pardon. |
| (1, 0) 527 | I didn't understand. |
| (1, 0) 528 | MRS. PRICE |
| (1, 0) 530 | Understand, indeed! |
| (1, 0) 565 | They can, Mrs. Richards. |
| (1, 0) 568 | Very much what they were yesterday, I expect. |
| (1, 0) 569 | Of course, Davy Morgan took us all by surprise up here on the Twmp, so sure we were he'd fixed his mind somewhere else─ |
| (1, 0) 573 | Oh! |
| (1, 0) 574 | No offence, Miss Richards fach. |
| (1, 0) 575 | No offence. |
| (1, 0) 576 | I was only just saying like; that's all─ |
| (1, 0) 578 | Oh, yes! |
| (1, 0) 579 | Only, of course, in a way of speaking, it means you've got to go on fishing. |
| (1, 0) 592 | Yes. |
| (1, 0) 593 | Here I am, Maggie fach. |
| (1, 0) 594 | Dewch yma, merch i. |
| (1, 0) 597 | The bread won't be long now. |
| (1, 0) 607 | Did you say thank you? |
| (1, 0) 608 | MAGGIE |
| (1, 0) 610 | Yes. |
| (1, 0) 612 | As bread goes about here, mine isn't so bad. |
| (1, 0) 615 | Well─er─yes. |
| (1, 0) 616 | Three small. |
| (1, 0) 621 | But it's quite enough twice a week, isn't it, Maggie fach? |
| (1, 0) 624 | It is, indeed. |
| (1, 0) 625 | And since you: happened to mention husbands, did Mrs. Evans here: show you the likenesses─ |
| (1, 0) 628 | Yes─her two husbands─ |
| (1, 0) 631 | Yes, Yanto and Zachariah. |
| (1, 0) 632 | Framed beautiful, too, I can tell you. |
| (1, 0) 634 | I thought you'd have shown them, Betsi─ |
| (1, 0) 641 | Get them out for five minutes. |
| (1, 0) 642 | I've got an idea. |
| (1, 0) 649 | Now, Maggie, fy nghariad i, stand by the door and tell me if you see anyone coming. |
| (1, 0) 654 | And mindia di nawr, Maggie, if anyone was to ask you, it's only three loaves we've baked to-day. |
| (1, 0) 656 | P'raps so. |
| (1, 0) 657 | But there's only three if they ask you. |
| (1, 0) 658 | Let me see now─in the corner by the wall. |
| (1, 0) 659 | Dyna fe! |
| (1, 0) 660 | Dyna fe! |
| (1, 0) 661 | There's plenty of lies being told every day to do people harm. |
| (1, 0) 662 | I'm sure the Almighty can excuse just one to help a young married woman baking her first bread. |
| (1, 0) 663 | I've been young myself; and I know what it is. |
| (1, 0) 665 | Ach y fi! |
| (1, 0) 666 | No more like bread than I'm like the Queen of England! |
| (1, 0) 669 | Anyone coming, Maggie? |
| (1, 0) 671 | Nawr ta! |
| (1, 0) 672 | Two of mine. |
| (1, 0) 674 | There's no mark on them, thank goodness! |
| (1, 0) 677 | Look you down the road. |
| (1, 0) 678 | The less you see in this old world the less there is to tell lies about. |
| (1, 0) 680 | Anybody coming? |
| (1, 0) 681 | MAGGIE. |
| (1, 0) 682 | No. |
| (1, 0) 684 | Mrs. Morgan may have brought in two tins of putty. |
| (1, 0) 685 | But if Mrs. Richards is going to look on, Mrs. Morgan will be taking out as good bread as any in this blessed bakehouse to-night. |
| (1, 0) 686 | And that's a slap in the face for old mother Richards! |
| (1, 0) 687 | Now you just run home and forget, Maggie fach. |
| (1, 0) 688 | It takes a woman as wicked as me to deal with a woman as good as Mrs. Richards. |
| (1, 0) 689 | And if anything shifts me off this old box for a bit, it'll be nothing short of sudden death. |
| (1, 0) 692 | Cera shathre, Maggie. |
| (1, 0) 693 | Cera waft! |
| (1, 0) 711 | Well, Betsi, how about the bread? |
| (1, 0) 716 | Oh! |
| (1, 0) 717 | Come back you have, Mrs. Morgan? |
| (1, 0) 718 | Brought me that bit of yeast, I hope? |
| (1, 0) 722 | Thank you very much. |
| (1, 0) 724 | Lovely bit of yeast it is, too. |
| (1, 0) 725 | Here's the bread coming out now, however! |
| (1, 0) 730 | Got mine there, Betsi? |
| (1, 0) 734 | Three. |
| (1, 0) 735 | That's my lot. |
| (1, 0) 753 | Not so bad, indeed! |
| (1, 0) 754 | What do you say, Mrs. Richards? |
| (1, 0) 757 | I'm sure you are. |
| (1, 0) 761 | A nice bit of bread, Mrs. Morgan─a good bit of bread. |
| (1, 0) 762 | Might be a bit more even in the crust, p'raps; but a tidy bit of bread. |
| (1, 0) 763 | I wouldn't be ashamed to see it in my own tins. |
| (1, 0) 774 | Well, it's very kind of you asking, Mrs. Morgan. |
| (1, 0) 776 | All right, to-morrow. |
| (1, 0) 777 | Diolch yn fawr. |
| (1, 0) 781 | I think I'd better come at four, Mrs. Morgan. |
| (1, 0) 785 | Yes, I'd like a little chat to ourselves. |