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 THE WAY OF THE EARTH “Iss, iss, Simon,” said Beca.

“If she was wedded now, she would be out of harm.”

“Wisdom you mouth, Simon. Good, serious me, to get her a male.”

“How say you then about Josi Cwmtwrch?”

“Clap your old lips, little man. Josi Cwmtwrch! What has Josi to give her? What for you talk about Josi?”

“Well, well, then. Tidy wench she is, whatever. And when we go she’ll have the nice little yellow sovereigns in the bank.”

Beca interrupted : “The eggs fetched three and ten pennies. Another florin now, Simon, and we’ve got five yellow sovereigns.”

“Don't say then! Pity that is. Am I not taking the old Schoolin’s pig to Castellybryn on Friday too? Went you to all the old nests, woman fach?”

“Iss, man.”