He was now close to the house, and leaning over the pigsty wall, in company with Em, who was showing her the pigs, was a strange female figure.

It was the first visitor that had appeared on the farm since his arrival, and he looked at her with interest.

She was a tall, pudgy girl of fifteen, weighing a hundred and fifty pounds, with baggy pendulous cheeks and up-turned nose.

She strikingly resembled Tant Sannie, in form and feature, but her sleepy good eyes lacked that twinkle that dwelt in the Boer-woman's small orbs.

She was attired in a bright green print, wore brass rings in her ears and glass beads round her neck, and was sucking the tip of her large finger as she looked at the pigs.
"Who is it that has come ?" asked Bonaparte, when he stood drinking his coffee in the front room.
"Why, my niece, to be sure," said Tant Sannie, the Hottentot maid translating.