But he, sly fox, son of Satan, seed of the Amalekite, he saw
me looking at him in the church.
"The blessed Sacrament wasn't half over when he takes Tant Trana by the
arm, and out they go. I clap my baby down to its father, and I go after
them. But," said Tant Sannie, regretfully, "I couldn't get up to them; I
am too fat. When I got to the corner he was pulling Tant Trana up into the
cart. 'Tant Trana,' I said, 'you've married a Kaffer's dog, a Hottentot's
brakje.' I hadn't any more breath. He winked at me; he winked at ME,"
said Tant Sannie, her sides shaking with indignation, "first with one eye,
and then with the other, and then drove away. Child of the Amalekite!"
said Tant Sannie, "if it hadn't been the blessed Sacrament. Lord, Lord,
Lord!"
Here the little Bush-girl came running to say that the horses would stand
no longer, and still breathing out vengeance against her old adversary she
laboured toward the cart. Shaking hands and affectionately kissing Em, she
was with some difficulty drawn up. Then slowly the cart rolled away, the
good Boer-woman putting her head out between the sails to smile and nod.
Em stood watching it for a time, then as the sun dazzled her eyes she
turned away. There was no use in going to sit with Gregory! he liked best
sitting there alone, staring across the the green karoo; and till the maid
had done churning there was nothing to do; so Em walked away to the wagon-
house, and climbed on to the end of Waldo's table, and sat there, swinging
one little foot slowly to and fro, while the wooden curls from the plane
heaped themselves up against her black print dress.
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