47/93 He was more agile than strong, but it served. He fingered a piece of apple-blossom that hung low on a swinging bough. He wandered back to the house to look for his mother. As he went round the back, he saw Miriam kneeling in front of the hen-coop, some maize in her hand, biting her lip, and crouching in an intense attitude. The hen was eyeing her wickedly. |