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“Old Jos Gernos is talking about taking Leisa to his bed,” said Silas.
“What you call, man bach? But large has been the courting in Penlon,” said Bertha.
Silas took out of the frying-pan as much of the carrots as would fill his mouth.
“Glad I’ll be to see her going," he said. “She’s lately taken to attending the foolish singing class in Capel Sion. And she changes her garments to go there.”
“And you say that, little Silas! Have you killed your hay yet?”
“Dewi and Nansi are killing to-day.” Silas ate and drank, and departed.
Noontide he was sitting on the gate of the field in which Nansi and Dewi were mowing his hay. There came to him a stalwart man named Abram Bowen, who then was the chief singing man in Capel Sion.
“Dear now, very good crop of hay you’ve got, man," said Abram Bowen.
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