ad?

"Yes," said Tant Sannie; "I had almost forgotten to tell you. By the
Lord if I had him here! We were walking to church last Sacrament Sunday,
Piet and I. Close in front of us with old Tant Trana, with dropsy and
cancer, and can't live eight months. Walking by her was something with
its hands under its coat-tails, flap, flap, flap; and its chin in the
air, and a stick-up collar, and the black hat on the very back of the
head. I knew him! 'Who's that?' I asked. 'The rich Englishman that Tant
Trana married last week.' 'Rich Englishman! I'll rich Englishman him,' I
said; 'I'll tell Tant Trana a thing or two. My fingers were just in his
little white curls. If it hadn't been the blessed Sacrament, he wouldn't
have walked so sourka, sourka, sourka, any more. But I thought. Wait
till I've had it, and then--. 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.

"Waldo," she said a