I have been so anxious about him of late.

He grows weaker and weaker; it seems to me as though the strength were ebbing away from him.

Now he scarcely leaves the kraal, I have to manage everything about the farm; he does nothing but read and think." Just then Hendrika entered, bearing a jug of coffee in one hand and of milk in the other, which she set down upon the table, casting a look of little love at me as she did so.
"Be careful, Hendrika; you are spilling the coffee," said Stella.

"Don't you wonder how we come to have coffee here, Mr.Allan?
I will tell you--we grow it.

That was my idea.