Tuft by tuft the soft brown beard fell down into the sand, and the little ants took it to line their nests with.

Then the glass showed a face surrounded by a frilled cap, white as a woman's, with a little mouth, a very short upper lip, and a receding chin.
Presently a rather tall woman's figure was making its way across the veld.

As it passed a hollowed-out antheap it knelt down, and stuffed in the saddlebags with the man's clothing, closing up the anthill with bits of ground to look as natural as possible.

Like a sinner hiding his deed of sin, the hider started once and looked round, but yet there was no one near save a meerkat, who had lifted herself out of her hole and sat on her hind legs watching.

He did not like that even she should see, and when he rose she dived away into her hole.