...You, Waldo, go and hide on the kopje; Lyndall and I will shut eyes here, and we will not look... 
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “That boy Waldo,” said Bonaparte, rubbing his toes, “took himself off coolly this morning as soon as the wagon came, and has not done a stiver of work all day...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Could the Boer-woman have beheld Waldo at that instant, any lingering doubt which might have remained in her mind as to the boy’s insanity would instantly have vanished...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...Not far off was Waldo, who, having thrown a pail of food into the pigsty, now leaned over the sod wall looking at the pigs...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Waldo wondered dreamily as he stared why they were pleasant to look at...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... The sudden reversal of head and feet had thrown out the volume that Waldo carried in his breast...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...Then he said something she did not comprehend; then said, “Waldo, Waldo, Waldo,” pointed up to the loft, and made signs of eating again...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...I shall act as a father to you, Waldo...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Late in the evening of the same day Waldo knelt on the floor of his cabin...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Good evening, Waldo, my boy,” said Bonaparte Blenkins in a mild voice, not venturing more than his nose within the door...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Oh, Waldo, my dear boy, you are not going to call her,” said Bonaparte, rising anxiously...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Yes,” said Waldo...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... She tripped off again, and Waldo carved on at his post...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Waldo hastened to fetch the animal; but he returned leading it slowly...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...’ If I went to sleep for a moment I dreamed that her finger was pressing mine; but when I woke with a start I heard her say, ‘Good evening, Waldo...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...“I do love you very much; but I love my cousin who is at school, and Waldo, very much...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... The next morning, Waldo, starting off before breakfast with a bag of mealies slung over his shoulder to feed the ostriches, heard a light step behind him...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Waldo looked round; she sat drawn into the corner, her blue cloud wound tightly about her, and she still watched the horses’ feet...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Waldo listened...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...They are laughing at us Waldo...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
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