My Neighbors: Stories of the Welsh PeopleEvans, Caradoc
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My Neighbors: Stories of the Welsh People
Evans, Caradoc
Wales -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Then Evan charged her to watch over the shop, and to take a count of the
people who went into it. So Mary walked in the street. Mrs. Jenkins saw
her and imagined her purpose, and after she had proved her, she and Dai
formed a plot whereby many little children and young youths and girls
came into the shop. Mary numbered every one, but the number that she
gave Evan was three times higher than the proper number. The man was
pleased, and he spoke out to Dai. "Tell me the price of the shop," he
said.
"Improved has the health," replied Dai. "And not selling I don't think
am I."
"Pity that is. Great offer I have."
"Smother your cry. Taken a shop too have I in Petersham. Rachel will
look after this."
Mrs. Jenkins spoke to her husband with a low voice: "Witless you are.
Let him speak figures."
"As you want if you like then," said Dai.
"A puzzle you demand this one minute," Evan murmured. "Thirty pounds
would--"
"Light is your head," Dai cried.
"More than thirty gallons and a pram. Eighty I want for the shop and
stock."
"I stop," Evan pronounced. "Thirty-five can I give. No more and no
less."
"Cute bargainer you are. Generous am I to give back five pounds for luck
cash on spot. Much besides is my counter trade."
"Bring me papers for my eyes to see," said Evan.
Mrs. Jenkins rebuked Evan: "Hoity-toity! Not Welsh you are. Old English
boy."
"Tut-tut, Rachel fach," said Dai. "Right you are, and right and wrong is
Evan Roberts. Books I should have. Trust I give and trust I take. I have
no guile."
"How answer you to thirty-seven?" asked Evan. "No more we've got, drop
dead and blind."
He went away and related all to Mary.
"Lose the shop you will," Mary warned him. "And that's remorseful
you'll be."
"Like this and that is the feeling," said Evan.
"Go to him," Mary counseled, "and say you will pay forty-five."
"No-no, foolish that is."
They two conferred with each other, and Mary gave to Evan all her money,
which was almost twenty pounds; and Evan said to Dai: "I am not
doubtful--"
"Speak what is in you," Dai urged quickly.
"Test your shop will I for eight weeks as manager. I give you twenty
down as earnest and twenty-five at the finish of the weeks if I buy
her."
Dai and Rachel weighed that which Evan had proposed. The woman said: "A
lawyer will do this"; the man said: "Splendid is the bargain and costly
and thievish are old lawyers."
In this sort Dai answered Evan: "Do as you say. But I shall not give
money for your work. Act you honestly by me. Did not mam carry me next
my brother, who is a big preacher? Lend you will I a bed, and a dish or
two and a plate, and a knife to eat food."
At this Mary's joy was abounding. "Put you up the banns," she said.
"Lots of days there is. Wait until I've bought the place."
Mary tightened her inner garments and loosened her outer garments, and
every evening she came to the shop to prepare food for Evan, to make his
bed, and to minister to him as a woman.
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