"Beloved Lord," cried Tant Sannie, "how he looks! Come in, boy. Couldn't
you come and say good-day to me? Don't you want some supper?"
He said he wanted nothing, and turned his heavy eyes away from her.
"There's a ghost been seen in your father's room," said Tant Sannie. "If
you're afraid you can sleep in the kitchen."
"I will sleep in our room," said the boy slowly.
"Well, you can go now," she said; "but be up early to take the sheep. The
herd--"
"Yes, be up early, my boy," interrupted Bonaparte, smiling. "I am to be
master of this farm now; and we shall be good friends, I trust, very good
friends, if you try to do your duty, my dear boy."
Waldo turned to go, and Bonaparte, looking benignly at the candle,
stretched out one unstockinged foot, over which Waldo, looking at nothing
in particular, fell with a heavy thud upon the floor.
"Dear me! I hope you are not hurt, my boy," said Bonaparte. "You'll have
many a harder thing than that though, before you've gone through life," he
added consolingly, as Waldo picked himself up.
The lean Hottentot laughed till the room rang again; and Tant Sannie
tittered till her sides ached.
When he had gone the little maid began to wash Bonaparte's feet.
"Oh, Lord, beloved Lord, how he did fall! I can't think of it," cried Tant
Sannie, and she laughed again.
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