GLIMPSES OF EAST AFRICA AND ZANZIBAR 



things lost. The cats went to stay, till our inde- 

 finite return, with kind friends. During those 

 three days how kind I found my friends ! Never 

 shall I forget them, nor what they did for me. 

 The chickens, both English and native, each one of 

 them a pet, were sold to friends ; the pigeons were 

 given away, my flowers and ferns also, except those 

 in the garden which I had planted and cared for so 

 tenderly, my roses, carnations, sweet peas, chrysan- 

 themums, and even the tuberoses, which were just 

 rewarding me for my labour by bursting into 

 flower. I knew, after I left they would die for 

 want of water. It was a sad three days. I should 

 never have got off" with my husband if it had not 

 been for the kindness of two friends who slaved 

 for me, counting and packing my personal clothes 

 and belongings to go with me. 



We packed, friends came to say "Good-bye" to 

 us — we could not go to them, and still we packed. 

 The cats wandered about unhappily and seemed to 

 understand something was wrong, or near tea-time 

 they sat waiting long for their milk, meowing and 

 gazing round at all the muddle. The chickens ran 

 for me if they saw me, and wondered why they had 

 not so many tit-bits as usual. But everything has 

 an end, and so had the packing. In tears I found 

 myself in the train for Mombasa, with my husband 

 and the ever faithful Mark, saying " Good-bye " to 



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