"Once I saw a boy in an elevated-railway car, who, though he was magnificently dressed in navy blue serge and wore a brimmer hat, looked so exactly like Jim Basuto who ran away from the farm, that I said to him in Kaffir:
"'You had better make haste and come back to the farm, Jim, and mind the sheep!'
"He simply stared at me, and said to another boy, who might have been a Zulu chief except for his clothes:
"'Say, this one looks to me as if she is dippy. I think she is the new star at Hammerstein's that ky-ant speak anything but French.'
"Luce was so furious, he used fearful language at the Kaffir, and made me leave the train at the next station, and wouldn't speak to me for a week."
Having finished her tea and eaten all the bread-and-butter and cakes, the girl lay back on her pillow and closed her eyes.
"For gracious' sake, and so you have seen the world!" said Kykie. "And now you have come back to the old quiet life?"
"Not at all, Kykie. I'm going to persuade Luce to go about here, and meet people, and let me do the same."
"He'll never do it," said Kykie vehemently. "I can see that he is worse than ever about his mark."
"But he knows a lot of people here. I don't see how he can keep them from coming to the house; and I heard the boys saying that he had gone to the Club this afternoon. Surely that is a sign that he is not going to shut himself up again?"