Beyond ran the broad, brown river, winding down in long curves to where, five miles off, the square, white block-houses upon the black, ragged hills marked the outskirts of Wady Halfa, which had been their starting-point that morning.
"Isn't it just too lovely for anything ?" cried Sadie joyously.

"I've got a donkey that runs on casters, and the saddle is just elegant.
Did you ever see anything so cunning as these beads and things round his neck?
You must make a memo.

_re_ donkey, Mr.Stephens.

Isn't that correct legal English ?" Stephens looked at the pretty, animated, boyish face looking up at him from under the coquettish straw hat, and he wished that he had the courage to tell her in her own language that she was just too sweet for anything.

But he feared above all things lest he should offend her, and so put an end to their present pleasant intimacy.