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of the house was up then, though the
wings weren't built--smoking my pipe, and listening to the lashing of
the rain, for it was a very foul night, when suddenly an old pointer dog
I had, named Ben, began to bark.
"'Lie down, Ben, it's only the Kafirs,' said I.
"Just then I thought I heard a faint sort of rapping at the door, and Ben
barked again, so I got up and opened it, and in came two little girls
wrapped in old shawls or some such gear. Well, I shut the door, looking
first to see if there were any more outside, and then I turned and stared
at the two little things with my mouth open. There they stood, hand in
hand, the water dripping from both of them; the elder might have been
eleven, and the second about eight years old. They didn't say anything,
but the elder turned and took the shawl and hat off the younger--that
was Bessie--and there was her sweet little face and her golden hair, and
damp enough both of them were, and she put her thumb in her mouth,
and stood and looked at me till I began to think that I was dreaming.
"'Please, sir,' said the taller at last, 'is this Mr. Croft's house--Mr.
Croft--South African Republic?'
"'Yes, little Miss, this is his house, and this is the South African
Republic, and I am he. And now who might you be, my dears?' I
answered.
"'If you please, sir, we are your nieces, and we have come to you from
England.'
"'What!' I holloaed, startled out of my wits, as well I might be.
"'Oh, sir,' says the poor little thing, clasping her thin wet hands, 'please
don't send us away. Bessie is so wet, and cold and hungry too, she isn't
fit to go any farther.'
"And she set to work to cry, whereon the little one cried also, from

fright and cold and sympathy.
"Well, of course, I took them both to the fire, and set them on my knees,
and called for Hebe, the old Hottentot woman who did my cooking, and
between us we undressed them, and wrapped them up in some old
clothes, and fed them with soup and wine, so that in half an hour they
were quite happy and not a bit frightened.
"'And now, young ladies,' I said, 'come and give me a kiss, both of you,
and tell me how you came here.'
"This is the tale they told me--completed, of course, from what I learnt
afterwards--and an odd one it is. It seems that my half-brother married
a Norfolk lady--a sweet young thing--and treated her like a dog. He was
a drunken rascal, was my half-brother, and he beat his poor wife and
shamefully neglected her, and even ill-used the two little girls, till at
last the poor woman, weak as she was from suffering and ill health,
could bear it no longer, and formed the wild idea of escaping to this
country and of throwing herself upon my protection. That shows how
desperate she must have been. She scraped together and borrowed some
money, enough to pay for three second-class passages to Natal and a
few pounds over, and one day, when her brute of a husband was away
on the drink and gamble, she slipped on board a sailing ship in the
London Docks, and before he knew anything about it they were well
out to sea. But it was her last effort, poor dear soul, and the excitement
of it finished her. Before they had been ten days at sea, she sank and
died, and the two little children were left alone. What they must have
suffered, or rather what poor Jess must have suffered, for she was old
enough to feel, God only knows, but I can tell you this, she has never
got over the shock to this hour. It has left its mark on her, sir. Still, let
people say what they will, there is a Power who looks after the helpless,
and that Power took those poor, homeless, wandering children under its
wing. The captain of the vessel befriended them, and when at last they
reached Durban some of the passengers made a subscription, and paid
an old Boer, who was coming up this way with his wife to the
Transvaal, to take them under his charge. The Boer and his vrouw
treated the children fairly well, but they did not do one thing more than

they bargained for. At the turn from the Wakkerstroom road, that you
came along to-day, they put the girls down, for they had no luggage
with them, and told them that if they went along there they would come
to Meinheer Croft's house. That was in the