But after Em was gone Lyndall sat on, watching the old crone's face in the corner, and with a weary look, as though the whole world's weight rested on these frail young shoulders.
The next morning, Waldo, starting off before breakfast with a bag of mealies slung over his shoulder to feed the ostriches, heard a light step behind him.
"Wait for me; I am coming with you," said Lyndall, adding as she came up to him, "if I had not gone to look for you yesterday you would not have come to greet me till now.

Do you not like me any longer, Waldo ?" "Yes--but--you are changed." It was the old clumsy, hesitating mode of speech.
"You like the pinafores better ?" she said quickly.

She wore a dress of a simple cotton fabric, but very fashionably made, and on her head was a broad white hat.

To Waldo she seemed superbly attired.

She saw it.