"'And your father is going to follow their good example? I _am_ glad!' and he shook my hands so warmly." "There for you now!" said Ebben Owens. "'I will do all I can for you,' Mr. Price said, 'and I'm sure your uncle will help you.' "'Oh!' said I, 'if my father will send me to the Church, sir, it will be without pressing upon anyone else for money,' for I wasn't going to let him think we couldn't afford it." "Right, my boy," said Ebben Owens, standing up in his excitement; "and what then?" "Oh! then he asked me when did I think of entering college; and I said, 'Next term, sir, if I can pass.' "'No fear of that,' he said again, 'with Gwilym Morris at your elbow.' But I'm choking, Ann; give me a cup of tea, da chi.[2] I'll finish afterwards." "That's all, I should think," said the preacher; "you've got on pretty far for a first interview." "I got a little further, though," said Will. "What do you think, father, he has asked me to do?" "What?" said the old man breathlessly. "He asked would I read the lessons in church next Sunday week. ''Twould be a good beginning,' he said; 'and tell your father and Miss Ann they must come and hear you.' "'Well,' I said, 'my father hasn't been inside a church for years, and I don't know whether he will come.'" "Well, of course," said the old man eagerly, "I will come to hear you, my boy, and Ann--" "Not I, indeed," said Ann, with a toss of her head, "there will be a sermon in my own chapel." "But it will be over before eleven, Ann, and I don't see why you shouldn't go if you wish to," said Gwilym Morris. "I don't wish to," she answered, turning to the tea-table, and pouring out her brother's tea.