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"Did you notice," said Mary, "that the Japanese lady in the 'riksha wore her arm in a sling?" No, they had not noticed it, but there was nothing remarkable in that. No one even commented on the fact, while they waited for Komatsu to inquire and leave their cards. "Mme.
Komatsu guided them about the city with a kind of pleased and gratified delight as if he were showing his own property. Sometimes he stood up and pointed to the feathery tops of carefully nurtured cherry trees, glimpses of which could be seen over the high walls surrounding private gardens. The motorists were fairly bewildered by the beauty of it all.
Close at their heels came two little maids who conducted the ladies into the tea house and brought tea for temporary refreshment, while Komatsu consulted with the proprietor regarding lunch. Presently one of the little maids hurried in and placed a menu in front of Miss Campbell. "Me speak little honorable American language," she said. "You like all same American food?
"Komatsu, we want you to go with us to-day. We want you to show us the cherry trees in Tokyo and Uyeno Park. I suppose we couldn't get to all the famous cherry blossom places in one afternoon?" "Him fast runner. No sakura all same see." "No, no. We shall go quite slowly. We want to see everything."
Komatsu conveyed this message to the stricken sister, who shook her head violently. "Honorable devil-wagon shoot pistol. Japanese no likee," he said. Closer and closer pressed the tense mob about the party. These courteous and gentle Japanese had suddenly been transformed into a fierce, savage people. From one end of Japan to the other a child is considered a sacred thing.
"Gracious lady of fearing not need," answered Komatsu with an ingratiating smile as he stepped between the shafts of the 'riksha. "It is impossible to tell how much English they know and how much they don't know," Mr. Campbell confided to his relative in a low voice. "They never ask twice and they always make some kind of an out at a reply.
Some twenty minutes later, with Komatsu running ahead to clear the road, the "Comet" threaded his way at a snail's pace along the Arakawa Ridge. No doubt his mechanical organism, which Billie had endowed with a soul, heaved a sigh of relief when they took the road home. "Who were the young men with the knives and sword canes, Mme. Fontaine?" asked Mary on the way back.
Through the door to the dining-room Elinor caught a glimpse of a multitude of natives crouched on the floor behind the screen, including Komatsu and O'Haru, all the little maids, the numerous grandmothers, and the 'riksha men who had brought the guests out from Tokyo.
Let us stop here," called Miss Campbell. But Komatsu only grinned over his shoulder and called: "Too littleness for gracious big lady." "But I like the looks of this place, Komatsu," said the gracious big lady helplessly. However Komatsu had his own ideas of obedience and he trotted on, never pausing until he reached a large silk store thronged with clerks and customers.
"I am sorry I must be a laborer in the vineyards, Miss Wilhelmina," he answered, "but it's only that you may ride in a fine carriage and wear a silk robe." "Silk robe?" repeated Miss Campbell. "That's just what I want. Komatsu, we wish to go to a silk shop," she ordered the man-servant, speaking very loud and distinctly as if she were addressing a deaf person. Komatsu grinned amiably.
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