Say, Baas, she is proud, is she not?
She looks over our heads and speaks little." "Yes, Otter, she is proud." "And she is beautiful; no woman was ever so beautiful." "Yes, Otter, she is beautiful." "And she is cold, Baas; she does not say 'thank you' nicely for all that you have done." "Perhaps she thinks it the more, Otter." "Perhaps she thinks it the more.

Still, she might say 'thank you' to you, Baas, who are her--husband." "What do you mean by that ?" "I mean, Baas, that you bought her first, according to our custom, and married her afterwards according to your own, and if that does not make her your wife, nothing can." "Stop that fool's talk," said Leonard angrily, "and never let me hear you repeat it.

It was only a game that we played." "As the Baas desires, so be it.

I do but speak from my heart when I say that she is your wife, and some might think that not so ill, for she is fair and clever.

Will the Baas rise and come to the river to bathe, that his soreness may leave him ?" Leonard took the suggestion, and came back from his bath a new man, for rest and the cold water had acted on him like magic.