One sweet summer morn, a Sabbath, if I remember correctly, when the air was filled with the fragrance of innumerable buds and blossoms, Hansie sat in the accustomed spot, with her diary on her lap. She was not writing then, but, with a slip of paper in her hands and a gleam of mischief in her eyes, she was repeating with evident enjoyment a few catching lines.
"Oh, Carlo, this is lovely! I must learn these verses and recite them to the girls when they come this afternoon! Listen, Carlo."
FROM KITCHENER TO SECRETARY OF STATE FOR WAR
Sunday
I am taking measures once for all to clear my reputation;
I swear to give de Wet a fall that means annihilation.
Monday
A brilliant action by Brabant, the enemy has fled,
Their loss was something dreadful; ours—one single Kaffir dead.
Tuesday
De Wet is short of food-stuffs, his ammunition's done,
His horses are all dying, and he's only got one gun.
Wednesday