The coloured woman having duly inspected him, dashed into the dwelling.
"Here is another one!" she cried--"a widower; I see it by his hat." "Good Lord!" said Tant Sannie; "it's the seventh I've had this month; but the men know where sheep and good looks and money in the bank are to be found," she added, winking knowingly.

"How does he look ?" "Nineteen, weak eyes, white hair, little round nose," said the maid.
"Then it's he! then it's he!" said Tant Sannie triumphantly; "little Piet Vander Walt, whose wife died last month--two farms, twelve thousand sheep.

I've not seen him, but my sister-in-law told me about him, and I dreamed about him last night." Here Piet's black hat appeared in the doorway, and the Boer-woman drew herself up in dignified silence, extended the tips of her fingers, and motioned solemnly to a chair.

The young man seated himself, sticking his feet as far under it as they would go, and said mildly: "I am Little Piet Vander Walt, and my father is Big Piet Vander Walt." Tant Sannie said solemnly: "Yes." "Aunt," said the young man, starting up spasmodically; "can I off-saddle ?" "Yes." He seized his hat, and disappeared with a rush through the door.
"I told you so! I knew it!" said Tant Sannie.

"The dear Lord doesn't send dreams for nothing.