Before that, you were so dead asleep that I did have to hold you; but, you see, you nestled up more comfortably when we changed horses, and needed very little support since then." "Now, what can I do ?" she asked, with a little laugh.

"Please order me to do something.

I am your slave, you know, and I want to be helping you." "Well, then, I command you to aid me to gather some sticks for a fire.
We have nothing to cook, but it will be cheerful, and the air is cool." They picked up sticks, while Surajah and Ibrahim loosened the girths of the horses, took off their bridles, and poured out another feed from the bag of grain they had brought with them.

In a few minutes a fire was blazing, and the wallet of provisions brought out.
"I wish I had a cup of coffee to offer you, Annie," Dick said, as he poured her out some wine and water, "but we must wait, for that, until we get down to Tripataly." "I have forgotten all about coffee, Dick, and what it tastes like.

The white girls used to talk about it, and say how they longed for a cup.
It seems, to me, funny to drink anything hot.