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Updated: June 28, 2025
Duncan Campbell kissed his daughter, smiled delightfully on the company in general and hastened down the walk to the road, for the villa was in the suburbs of Tokyo. "Will honorable ladies enter humble, small house," said O'Haru making an obeisance. But before they could move an inch, the maids were at their feet deftly unfastening their shoes.
A mysterious smile hovered on the lips of Komatsu when he appeared to receive his orders. Even old O'Haru was secretly immensely pleased about something, but they all had evidently agreed among themselves to keep the great news secret until the psychological moment had arrived when the ladies of the house and Mr. Campbell had assembled on the piazza just before breakfast.
This task she undertook each week with extraordinary cheerfulness, although Onoye had offered to do it for her, and O'Haru had almost taken the darning needle and egg from her by force. As the hands of the clock neared four, Nancy rose. "Go on with your reading, Mary," she said. "I need some more thread and I shall have to look for it. So don't wait." "What number do you want?" asked Elinor.
"I think I know what's the matter," put in Mary. "Onoye is ill. I am sure it must be that." "Is there anything the matter with Onoye?" asked Miss Campbell, but apparently O'Haru's English did not extend so far. "Much sickness?" asked Billie. O'Haru's head sank lower and lower. "Poor thing," exclaimed Mary. "Onoye is ill, Miss Campbell, and O'Haru is afraid to say so."
"Nonsense," thought Billie; but Miss Campbell was in one of her compelling humors and they retreated obediently, leaving her to hold a conference with O'Haru and to see that everything was done that could be done to alleviate Onoye's sufferings. She finally departed, after satisfying herself that Onoye was in the toils of a bilious attack.
Most of them were widows, as could readily be seen by their short hair. Their worn old faces were wreathed in smiles, when they presently touched their foreheads to the grass in profound obeisances. "The dear old things," cried Miss Campbell. "O'Haru, do see that they have a good lunch." No need to give such a command to O'Haru.
"I am sure a two-step is no rougher than one of these storms of wind and rain," observed Miss Campbell, feeling a sudden loyalty toward everything American, including dances. O'Haru was informed of the party and the house became at once a beehive of activity.
"You must not be afraid, O'Haru. If little daughter ill, we take care of her. Bring doctor. See?" "No, no, Onoye better. Onoye soon well," said the woman in a low voice. "Ask much pardons, gracious lady." "Can't we see her?" asked Billie. "Onoye see no one. Onoye only humble servant" "Nonsense, she might be very ill," put in Miss Campbell. "I'll go with you now, O'Haru. Lead the way."
Just after luncheon while the others were dressing for the trip, Billie, who needed about two minutes for pinning on her hat and slipping on her coat, went back to the stable to take the "Comet" from his garage. On the way, she passed the room occupied by O'Haru and her daughter.
The girls were consumed with the giggles and Miss Campbell was scarcely able to maintain a serious expression. "No, no!" she would say each time, "Onoye! Wish Onoye!" At last O'Haru appeared once more. "August one, much kindness bestow. O'Haru make sewing." "Where is Onoye? Where is your daughter?" demanded Miss Campbell. O'Haru on her knees hung her head humbly.
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