It was a youthful face reflected there, with curling brown beard and hair; but in the dark blue eyes there was a look of languid longing that touched him.

He re-dipped his pen and wrote: "When I look up into the little glass that hangs opposite me, I wonder if that changed and sad face--" Here he sat still and reflected.

It sounded almost as if he might be conceited or unmanly to be looking at his own face in the glass.

No, that would not do.

So he looked for another pink sheet and began again.
"Kopje Alone, "Monday afternoon.
"Dear Sister,--It is hardly six months since I left you to come to this spot, yet could you now see me I know what you would say, I know what mother would say--'Can that be our Greg--that thing with the strange look in his eyes ?' "Yes, Jemima, it is your Greg, and the change has been coming over me ever since I came here; but it is greatest since yesterday.