"You'll let me kiss you, Em, just for old friendship's sake." He stooped down.

"You must look upon me as a dear brother, as a cousin at least; as long as I am on the farm I shall always be glad to help you, Em." Soon after the brown pony was cantering along the footpath to the daub-and-wattle house, and his master as he rode whistled John Speriwig and the Thorn Kloof Schottische.
The sun had not yet touched the outstretched arms of the prickly pear upon the kopje, and the early cocks and hens still strutted about stiffly after the night's roost, when Waldo stood before the wagon-house saddling the grey mare.

Every now and then he glanced up at the old familiar objects: they had a new aspect that morning.

Even the cocks, seen in the light of parting, had a peculiar interest, and he listened with conscious attention while one crowed clear and loud as it stood on the pigsty wall.

He wished good morning softly to the Kaffer woman who was coming up from the huts to light the fire.