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She had herself assisted in decorating the table, and had insisted on placing a crystal bowl of goldfish in the center, although O'Haru had told her that goldfish were not carp, and therefore had no significance whatever with the day. However, Onoye had caught the idea at once and had carried it out charmingly.
"It was only fright because I lost my way in the dark and couldn't find the door, and it was so ghastly running into another person in the blackness like that. Father, I wish you would tell them not to put out the lights in this room so early. It's the second time it's happened now." "O'Haru, you hear what the lady says," said Mr. Campbell half humorously.
Mary left the group of friends and hastened down the path. "Are you looking for Onoye?" she asked the old woman. "Yes, honorable lady," answered O'Haru, trying to replace her uneasy and troubled expression with a pleasant smile. "She was on the bridge a moment ago. Is she unhappy? I think she was crying." "Have greatly kindness to forgive humble Japanese girl," answered O'Haru in a low voice.
"Mees Brown," answered O'Haru, rather surprised. "But she is in the mountains," said Billie, growing very red and uneasy. "Oh, Nancy, Nancy," she groaned inwardly, "could it have really been you and are you out there in the typhoon?" "Pardon grant," said O'Haru. "Mees Brown arriving at morning. Mees Brown within." "I think not, O'Haru," said Billie.
You mustn't stay at home on my account. O'Haru will look after me." "But you haven't eaten crab salad and peach ice cream this time, child. You haven't eaten anything, in fact. Your appetite is getting smaller all the time." "It's just the heat," said Nancy meekly. "I only want to stay in a darkened room and keep as cool as I can.
And besides what would she want with plans for government improvements or whatever they are?" "I'm just as much in the dark as you are, Billie. I'm only telling you what O'Haru and Onoye and Komatsu told me.
Her name is 'Onoye' and she's the daughter of the cook, O'Haru. She is just one of the maids in the house, I suppose, but she seems better class and she speaks a little English. Her mother adores her and I suppose Onoye is being spoiled Japanese fashion, which is very different from American fashion.
It might have been midnight or midday for all they knew. The girls preferred to remain in the library, which seemed to them more protection than the other rooms, and O'Haru drew up three tables and arranged the trays with great deftness and celerity. "Papa didn't come?" asked Billie, noticing the third table. "No, honorable lady." "For whom is the other tray, then?"
Komatsu and O'Haru and old Saiki, the gardener, the four little maids, the grandmothers and the children remain picturesque figures in a picturesque land; and behind them, glistening In the sunlight, looms Fujiyama, sacred mountain of dazzling whiteness and perfect beauty. For the Motor Maids this memory will live as the type of all the experiences and scenes of fair Japan.
The next morning Mr. Campbell engaged another night watchman. His duty was to patrol the inside of the house, making his rounds every hour through the halls and living rooms. Between times he sat in the library. "Where is Onoye, O'Haru?" Miss Campbell asked, a few days after the excitement in the library. "Honorable Madam, Onoye much business."
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