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Where did you find him? Looked more like a sure-enough man than anything I've seen in Japan." Zura seemed more amused by Jane's manner and the funny twist in her tongue than impressed by her description. Miss Gray finally turned to me and urged once again, "Do let's have him to-night. I'll get the dinner." Zura clapped her hands and said eagerly, "Oh, let's do!
"It's a cable; I know its color," exclaimed Zura, "and it's for Miss Jane Gray." With shaking fingers Jane tore open the message. She read, then dropped her face in her hands. "What is it?" I asked anxiously. "It's the hospital." "In a cable?" cried Zura. "Think of that and break into tears." "No, the money for it." "Money! Where did you get it?"
Suddenly we remembered the lateness of the hour and our guest. We took a short cut across the soft grass toward the house. We turned sharply around a clump of bamboo and halted. Seated on the edge of an old stone lantern, head in hands, out of the bitterness of some agony we heard him cry, "God in Heaven! How can I tell her!" Zura and I clutched hands and crept away to the house.
I took no part. My hands were full of my own work and, while they talked, I paused to listen and was delighted not only in the transformation of Zura, but also in my own enlarged understanding of her. I loved all young things, and youth itself, but I had never been near them before. With tender interest I watched every mood of Zura's, passing from an untamed child to a lovely girl.
The lookers-on cheered, some crying, "Skilful, skilful!" and others, "Brave as an empress!" "She is protected by her foreign god." Heedless of the crowds, as if they were not, Zura took her hat, shoes, and stockings from the adoring small boy who held them and rejoined me. I glanced around at the family. The women's faces said nothing.
I kept close to Zura regardless of where she led, for all she saw seemed not only to increase her interest, but to intensify her reckless mood. On our way we paused at a Pagoda. A group of priests were marching around it chanting some ritual. They were very solemn and their voices most weird. "What are they doing with their throats, Miss Jenkins?" asked Zura. "Singing." "Singing!
The spell of heavenly peace that spread upon land and sea fell like a benediction. It crept into my heart and filled me with thankfulness that I had known this land and its people and for all the blessings that had fallen to me in the coming of Zura Wingate. Gratitude for my full understanding of her was deep. If only the shadows could be cleared away from the boy I loved, life would be complete.
Last night as he went down the street you should have heard, 'Oh! Promise Me! It was so pretty I almost cried." "Spare your tears, Jane; the prettiest whistle that ever grew never made a real man. Mr. Chalmers will have to shine in another direction before I am convinced. Now get Zura and clear out, and don't you dare to take more than one basket of gingerbread Johnnies to the orphans." When Mr.
His mind stuck as fast to his worries as a wooden shoe in spring mud. Not least among his vexations was the difficulty he would have in marrying Zura off. If she failed in filial piety and obedience to him, how could she ever learn that most needful lesson of abandoning herself to the direction of her mother-in-law?
Her youthful prettiness belonged more to the schoolroom period than wifehood; and Heaven forbid that the clothes she wore should be typical of my country; there was not enough material in her skirt to make me a comfortable pair of sleeves! I marveled how, in so limited a space, she advanced one limb before the other. Later Zura explained the process to me: "It's a matter of politeness, Ursula.
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