"Yes," said Em, turning quickly from him.

"Where is she? I had one letter from her, but that is almost a year ago
now--just when she left. Where is she?"

"In the Transvaal. I will go and get you some supper; we can talk
afterward."

"Can you give me her exact address? I want to write to her."

But Em had gone into the next room.

When food was on the table she knelt down before the fire, turning the
cakes, babbling restlessly, eagerly, now of this, now of that. She was
glad to see him--Tant Sannie was coming soon to show her her new baby--he
must stay on the farm now, and help her. And Waldo himself was well
content to eat his meal in silence, asking no more questions.

"Gregory is coming back next week," she said; "he will have been gone just
a hundred and three days tomorrow. I had a letter from him yesterday."

"Where has he been?"

But his companion stooped to lift a cake from the fire.

"How the wind blows! One can hardly hear one's own voice," she said.
"Take this warm cake; no one's cakes are like mine. Why, you have eaten
nothing!"

"I am a little weary," he said; "the wind was mad tonight."