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 “Boy bach, unfamiliar you are,” she said.

“Mam did say,” Sam proceeded,” that I ought not to wed a shiftless female who doesn’t take Communion in Capel Sion.”

“Your mother Old Ginni is right,” said Esther. “Keep you on with Catrin. Ugly is Catrin with bad pimples in her face. But listen you, Sam; a large ladi I will be. I don't want louts like you.”

The fire was under way; Esther rolled up to her waist her outer petticoat and she put on an apron.

”Why sit you there like a donkey?” she cried. “Away you and do the milking.”

”Esther fach, come you to Morfa,” Sam pleaded.

”For sure I’m coming to Morfa,” Esther answered. “But not with you. Am I not going to find a love there?”

Then they went forth into the close to