Chapter 45

‘I heerd that old foolish man, Makepeace, talking in the bar one day, and he says she’s sweet on young Rideout. And he makes up songs and rhymes about ‘er. You canna make ’em.’ Elmer mused. ‘I can’t make ’em, that’s true,’ he said. And maybe she’ll get tired of “The lily’s white, the violet blue.” But I can buy ’em.’ Fringal laughed long and silently. ‘A five shilling rise for me. The fowl yard for Gwlfas farm. Money for songs to Rideout. Laws me, Maister! You’ll come to the House yet!’ Fringal walked away with dig…