"
The first year passed happily, and the second year; and in the third
Joseph was stirred to go forward.
"What use to stop here all the life?" he asked himself. "Better to go
off."
He put his belongings in his box and went to Swansea.
"Very busy emporium I am in," were the words he sent to Madlen. "And the
wage is twenty pounds."
Madlen rejoiced at her labor and sang: "Ten acres of land, and a
cow-house with three stalls and a stall for the new calf, and a pigsty,
and a house for my bones and a barn for my hay and straw, and a loft for
my hens: why should men pray for more?" She ambled to Moriah, diverting
passers-by with boastful tales of Joseph, and loosened her imaginings to
the Respected.
"Pounds without number he is earning," she cried. "Rich he'll be.
Swells are youths shop."
"Gifts from the tip of my tongue fell on him," said Essec. "Religious
were my gifts."
"Iss, indeed, the brother of the male husband."
"Now you can afford nine of pounds for the place. Rich he is and richer
he will be. Pounds without number he has."
Madlen made a record of Essec's scheme for Joseph; and she said also:
"Proud I'll be to shout that my son bach bought Penlan.
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