"Really," she added with a little stamp, "one needs the patience of an angel to put up with that idiot's stupidity.

Yesterday she smashed the biggest dinner-dish and then brought me the pieces with a broad grin on her face and asked me to 'make them one' again.

The white people were so clever, she said, it would be no trouble to me.

If they could make the china plate once, and could cause flowers to grow on it, it would surely be easy to make it whole again.

I did not know whether to laugh or cry or throw the pieces at her." "Look here, young woman," said John, taking the sinning girl by the arm and leading her solemnly to the oven, which was opened to receive the cake; "look here, if you let that cake burn while the _inkosikaas_ (lady chieftain) is away, when I come back I will cram you into the oven to burn with it.