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On the morning of the sixth day Sam surpassed himself in obedience. I had
hinted that breakfast should be a little earlier, adding timidly that he
might use a little more ingenuity in the breakfast menu, and at the first
grey streak of dawn breakfast was announced, and, dressing hurriedly, we
sat down to what Sam called "Pump-pie-King pie with raisins and mince."
The expression on Sam's face was celestial. No other word could describe
it. There was also an underlying expression of triumph which made me
suspicious of his apparent ingenuousness, and as the lubras had done
little else but make faces at themselves in the looking-glass for two
days (I was beginning to hate that looking-glass), I appealed to the
Maluka for assistance.
He took Sam in hand, and the triumph slipped away from beneath the stolid
face, and a certain amount of discrimination crept into his obedience
from henceforth.
Then the Sanguine Scot said that he would "tackle the lubras for her,"
and in half an hour everywhere was swept and garnished, and the lubras
were meek and submissive.
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