I sat on the stoep and listened to all the talk in the sitkammer.

The window has never been mended, baas, since the Quabies broke it.

God in Heaven! what a talk that was.
I never knew that white people could have so much to say about a simple matter.

You want to marry the Baas Marais's daughter; the baas wants her to marry another man who can pay more cattle.

Well, among us it would soon have been settled, for the father would have taken a stick and beaten you out of the hut with the thick end.