In the bosom of her robe was a bunch of orange blooms, and her rippling hair was tied in a single knot behind her shapely head.

She greeted me with a smile, asking how I had slept, and then held Tota up for me to kiss.

Under her loving care the child had been quite transformed.

She was neatly dressed in a garment of the same blue stuff that Stella wore, her fair hair was brushed; indeed, had it not been for the sun blisters on her face and hands, one would scarcely have believed that this was the same child whom Indaba-zimbi and I had dragged for hour after hour through the burning, waterless desert.
"We must breakfast alone, Mr.Allan," she said; "my father is so upset by your arrival that he will not get up yet.

Oh, you cannot tell how thankful I am that you have come.