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Updated: June 10, 2025
"This book," said Bonaparte, "is not a fit and proper study for a young and immature mind." Tant Sannie did not understand a word, and said: "What?" "This book," said Bonaparte, bringing down his finger with energy on the cover, "this book is sleg, sleg, Davel, Davel!" Tant Sannie perceived from the gravity of his countenance that it was no laughing matter.
There was a little shade of weariness in the voice. "Not suit every one!" said Tant Sannie. "If the beloved Redeemer didn't mean men to have wives what did He make women for? That's what I say. If a woman's old enough to marry, and doesn't, she's sinning against the Lord it's a wanting to know better than Him. What, does she think the Lord took all that trouble in making her for nothing?
Then suddenly subsiding, he said, "But all is now well; Tant Sannie gives her word that the maid shall remain for some days. I go to Oom Muller's tomorrow to learn if the sheep may not be there. If they are not, then I return. They are gone, that is all. I make it good." "Tant Sannie is a singular woman," said Bonaparte, taking the tobacco bag the German passed to him. "Singular!
Here Piet's black hat appeared in the doorway, and the Boer-woman drew herself up in dignified silence, extended the tips of her fingers, and motioned solemnly to a chair. The young man seated himself, sticking his feet as far under it as they would go, and said mildly: "I am Little Piet Vander Walt, and my father is Big Piet Vander Walt." Tant Sannie said solemnly: "Yes."
"You don't keep any of your provisions there sugar, now?" said Bonaparte, pointing to the sugar-basin and then up at the loft. Tant Sannie shook her head. "Only salt, and dried peaches." "Dried peaches! Eh?" said Bonaparte. "Shut the door, my dear child, shut it tight," he called out to Em, who stood in the dining room.
"He must have been a great fool to eat my peaches," said Tant Sannie. "They are full of mites as a sheepskin, and as hard as stones." Bonaparte, fumbling in his pocket, did not even hear her remark, and took out from his coat-tail a little horsewhip, nicely rolled up. Bonaparte winked at the little rhinoceros horsewhip, at the Boer-woman, and then at the door.
So he put on his best coat, took up his stick, and went out to supper, feeling on the whole well satisfied. "Aunt," said Trana to Tant Sannie when that night they lay together in the great wooden bed, "why does the Englishman sigh so when he looks at me?" "Ha!" said Tant Sannie, who was half asleep, but suddenly started, wide awake. "It's because he thinks you look like me.
An heirloom, I presume, from your paternal grandfather? It looks nice now." "Oh, Lord! oh! Lord!" cried Tant Sannie, laughing and holding her sides; "how the child looks as though he thought the mud would never wash off. Oh, Lord, I shall die! You, Bonaparte, are the funniest man I ever saw." Bonaparte Blenkins was now carefully inspecting the volume he had picked up.
"Come, draw your chair a little closer," she said, and their elbows now touching, they sat on through the night. The next morning at dawn, as Em passed through Tant Sannie's bedroom, she found the Boer-woman pulling off her boots preparatory to climbing into bed. "Where is Piet Vander Walt?" "Just gone," said Tant Sannie; "and I am going to marry him this day four weeks.
Afterward, when she wished her lover good night, she stood upon the doorstep to call a greeting after him; and she waited, as she always did, till the brown pony's hoofs became inaudible behind the kopje. Then she passed through the room where Tant Sannie lay snoring, and through the little room that was all draped in white, waiting for her cousin's return, on to her own room.
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