"Did you have the heart to disturb her?" he asked, reverting to the subject of Syb's nap.
"I was forced to. She was on all the cushions, and I needed one for myself. She took it in good part, though. She told me she had been disturbed, the night before, by the snoring of the parrot, two rooms away. As a result, she left me feeling that the apology really ought to come from me."
"Is that the way of the race?" Weldon queried, as he set down his empty cup. "If so, you make me tremble."
"Why?"
"Because, without in the least intending it, I have accumulated a boy."
She looked up suddenly.
"How do you mean?"
"I don't know how. It apparently did itself. It was the day before we went out to be fired at, and he said his name was Kruger Roberts, and I fed him some empty jam tins."
"A huge black boy with bristly hair?" she interpolated.
"Yes, and a mouth so large that one wonders how his face can hold it all."