Howels

She was crying when she was meeting my Howels; she was crying when she was putting on her wedding gown; she was crying when the parson was preaching that sermon, and when the thunder and lightning did frighten her, seure, and no wonder -- '

Gladys, the Reaper Anne Beale

My son Howels do sing beautiful himself, and do play -- Hush! look you at him.

Gladys, the Reaper Anne Beale

'What you think of my Howels and your Netta at Abertewey:

Gladys, the Reaper Anne Beale

My son Howels -- there he is to be proving it -- do always say so.

Gladys, the Reaper Anne Beale

'Never you mind, Netta, fach,' were the last words, 'Howels don't be meaning to give you up.'

Gladys, the Reaper Anne Beale

Mrs Prothero sat 'washing her hands in invisible soap,' whilst she saw these ensigns of grandeur in the once mean, ill-dressed Mrs Jenkins, and heard of all that 'her Howels' was about to effect.

Gladys, the Reaper Anne Beale

Glanyravon, do be all speaking, and talking, and walking, and dancing with my Howels!

Gladys, the Reaper Anne Beale

In view of what you say about the Howels and Audleys I think I shall write to them both.

Canada for Gentlemen James Seaton Cockburn

The best tea things were duly arranged; cakes hot from the oven buttered; the best green tea put into the best teapot, and all proper honour done to Mrs Jenkins, from which she augured well for her Howels.

Gladys, the Reaper Anne Beale

'She was sending her kind love and duty to you, cousin, and was saying she was sorry to be leaving you, but my Howels was so kind as you, and she was as happy as could be.'

Gladys, the Reaper Anne Beale