Cynthia Stockley, Poppy: The Story of a South African Girl
“ Presently he came to the foot of the Berea Hill, which is long and sloping, causing him to slacken pace and draw deep breaths.A tram-car dashed past them going down-hill, while another climbed laboriously up, both open to the breeze and full of people. The road began to be edged with [55] fenced and hedged-in gardens, the houses standing afar and almost hidden by shrubs and greenery.The girl spoke to the rickshaw-puller once more. ”
