It was so with me when I was young," said Tant Sannie.
"I've sat up with the young men four and five nights a week.

And they will come riding again, as soon as ever they know that the time's up that the Englishman made me agree not to marry in." The Boer-woman smirked complacently.
"Where are you going to ?" asked Tant Sannie presently, seeing that Bonaparte rose.
"Ha! I'm just going to the kraals; I'll be in to supper," said Bonaparte.
Nevertheless, when he reached his own door he stopped and turned in there.

Soon after he stood before the little glass, arrayed in his best white shirt with the little tucks, and shaving himself.

He had on his very best trousers, and had heavily oiled the little fringe at the back of his head, which, however, refused to become darker.

But what distressed him most was his nose--it was very red.