Page:My people stories of the peasantry of West Wales.djvu/45

 A HEIFER WITHOUT BLEMISH The cry was taken up by folk standing on the doorstep, and it reached a group of men and women gossiping in the middle of the roadway. “Nell fach,” said one of the group, “is not old Job of the Stallion needing you?” “For shame!” observed a ponderous-waisted woman. “What for you are thinking? For shame, Nell Blaenffos!” The people laughed.

“Go you, little daughter,” said the large woman, “and see what that old Job needs you for.” Nellstout and red of face, and puffingappeared before Job, and Job informed her that Tomos begotten of Deio Parcdu (this Deio being the strongest farmer in the parish of Troedfawr, and the saintliest man in the Big Seat in Capel Sion) was desirous of taking her into his bed.

Tomos nodded his head, and said: ”Ississ. How was you, Nell fach?”

Nell proved him with questions.