She was alone, if we except the company of the gazelle, which followed at her heels wherever she went.

This pretty creature had grown to full size, and had turned out a great beauty, with large round eyes that had a lovely melting expression, like the eyes of Truey herself.
Well, as I have said, Truey was alone.

Jan was busy near the bottom of the tree, working a new rod into his bird-cage, and Totty was out upon the plain herding "old Graaf"-- so Truey and the pet springbok went strolling along by themselves.
Now Truey had not gone down to the water without an object.

She had one.

She had gone to give her pet a drink, and collect some blue lilies for a bouquet.