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Updated: May 29, 2025
"I suppose she's going to visit the Compassionate God again," Billie thought to herself absently. "I hope he'll be compassionate enough to clear the weather by to-morrow." The next link in the chain of circumstances was forged when Onoye returned from her pilgrimage.
"No explaining words to make understanding. Make prayer to honorable Mees Nancee." "But what about?" asked Nancy, puzzled and troubled at the same time. "Dee-vorce," answered Onoye, and then touching her forehead to the ground, she rose quickly and glided away.
Ito, but I am sure I think the Japanese girls are just as pretty as American girls. Little Onoye, our maid, is charming. She is a perfect picture." For the rest of the day, however, vain Nancy was enveloped in a rosy cloud of self-satisfaction. It was pleasing to be admired and still more pleasing to feel that the admiration was justified.
The shoji, or sliding partitions, were drawn together, and in the dim mellow light which filtered through these opaque walls they saw Onoye. She was stretched on the mat which is the usual Japanese bed, her neck on the uncomfortable little pillow bench. With a murmur of surprise and apology, she pulled herself weakly to her knees and touched her forehead to the floor.
Onoye is in the next room," interrupted Billie, lifting a warning finger. Onoye had indeed been the wife of Yoritomo as Billie had guessed. No doubt it was poor old O'Haru who had thrown the stone into the summer house that day. Billie had mercifully never inquired.
He was about to speak, when he was interrupted by the troop of little maids headed by Onoye with tea and refreshments. It was Onoye who served the young Japanese. First she bowed before him until her forehead almost touched the ground. Then she placed a mat for him to sit upon and a low lacquer tray containing tea and rice cakes.
"Pardon, gracious lady," she said, drawing her kimono closely about her. "But, child, we didn't know you were so ill," said Miss Campbell, gently forcing the girl to lie down on her bed. "Has the doctor seen you?" "Yes, gracious lady" "What is the matter with you?" Onoye shook her head. "Not say it in English." She touched her forehead. "Muchly fire."
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.
The girls lingered for some time in the garden until they saw the Japanese gentleman in fancy dress riding away in his 'riksha, preceded by his two runners. Once more Onoye approached them down one of the shady garden walks. Once more she paused in front of Nancy and prostrating herself, announced: "The honorable master in libraree to Mees Brown." Nancy turned as white as a sheet.
There were a few more words, but Onoye had reached the limit of her knowledge of the English language. Mr. Campbell sighed. Billie was the only girl in the world who wasn't any trouble, he thought. "I tell you Nancy is on her way, now, Papa," said Billie emphatically. "She would never have had time to get here as soon as yesterday. The storm would have delayed her. She couldn't have reached here."
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