She watches me all day, and at night sleeps on the floor of my hut.

Once, too, she saved my life when I was swept down the river in flood; but she is jealous, and hates everybody else.

Look, how she is glaring at you now because I am talking to you!" I looked.

Hendrika was tramping along with the child in her arms and staring at me in a most sinister fashion out of the corners of her eyes.
While I was reflecting on the Baboon-woman's strange story, and thinking that she was an exceedingly awkward customer, the path took a sudden turn.
"Look!" said Stella, "there is our home.

Is it not beautiful ?" It was beautiful indeed.