Good morning.'
"But I sprung over the counter, and got him by his throat. My father was
so gentle with her; he never would ride her up hill, and now this fellow
had murdered her! I asked him where he had killed her, and I shook him
till he slipped out of my hand. He stood in the door grinning.
"'It didn't take much to kill that bag-of-bones, whose master sleeps in a
packing-case, and waits till his company's finished to eat on the plate.
Shouldn't wonder if you fed her on sugar-bags,' he said; 'and if you think
I've jumped her, you'd better go and look yourself. You'll find her along
the road by the aasvogels that are eating her.'
"I caught him by his collar, and I lifted him from the ground, and I threw
him out into the street, half-way across it. I heard the bookkeeper say to
the clerk that there was always the devil in those mum fellows; but they
never called me Salvation after that.
"I am writing to you of very small things, but there is nothing else to
tell; it has been all small and you will like it. Whenever anything has
happened I have always thought I would tell it to you. The back thought in
my mind is always you. After that only one old man came to visit me. I
had seen him in the streets often; he always wore very dirty black clothes,
and a hat with crepe round it, and he had one eye, so I noticed him.
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