He was an ill-looking Kaffer.
"Ah!" thought the boy, "perhaps he will die tonight, and go to hell! I must pray for him, I must pray!" Then he thought--"Where am I going to ?" and he prayed desperately.
"Ah! this is not right at all," little Em said, peeping between the stones, and finding him in a very curious posture.

"What are you doing Waldo?
It is not the play, you know.

You should run out when we come to the white stone.

Ah, you do not play nicely." "I--I will play nicely now," said the boy, coming out and standing sheepishly before them; "I--I only forgot; I will play now." "He has been to sleep," said freckled Em.
"No," said beautiful little Lyndall, looking curiously at him: "he has been crying." She never made a mistake.
***** The Confession.
One night, two years after, the boy sat alone on the kopje.

He had crept softly from his father's room and come there.