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Her position, which was practically that of ladies' maid, had been filled by one of the other small maids while O'Haru had covered up that vacancy by her own redoubled labors. "Will you send Onoye to me, please," ordered Miss Campbell. "I have some sewing for her to do." Poor O'Haru bowed.
"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."
"There is only one bright spot in the whole business," he added, with something very like a chuckle. "For once in my life I've out-tricked a trickster and I've really enjoyed doing it. Buxton informed me the very night you shot somebody here " "There you are," interrupted Billie. "That was Onoye, remember." "Yes, there is no doubt about that.
"If I almost passed away from homesickness in one night, how should I have borne it for for longer?" answered Nancy, flushing. "We missed you terribly," was all Billie could trust herself to say as she hurried to her room to take off her wet things. Just then Onoye sounded the Japanese chimes to announce that luncheon was served and presently they were all assembled around the table.
Campbell. "The honorable old maid," repeated poor Onoye, with her precise accent, smiling innocently. There was a perfect shout of laughter. Only Yoritomo's face remained impassive, but who could tell what angry thoughts were hidden behind that mask-like face? Billie tried to explain how the mistake had occurred, and Onoye rushed from the room in an agony of embarrassment and shame.
"Isn't it cunning?" asked Billie proudly, "and isn't Onoye clever to have carried out the scheme so perfectly?" "She is, indeed," assented Miss Campbell, feeling suddenly glad to praise some one to counteract the unusual sensations that had possessed her a moment before. "It is a part of every Japanese girl's education to learn the art of arranging flowers," said Mme. Fontaine.
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.
Then when they had collided, they had both lost their heads and the pistol had gone off. In spite of her remorse, Billie was immensely relieved. "Papa will be, too," she thought. "It had much better be Onoye than a robber." And Mr. Campbell was decidedly relieved when he heard the story from his daughter that night. "I'll keep it a secret, Onoye, dear," said Billie, moved by compassion.
The day had been sultry and hot and tea was served in the summer-house in the garden by the little maids attached to the household. Miss Campbell was sorry that the pretty Onoye, flower of the staff, did not appear. However, these things were all left to O'Haru, and she said nothing. This fact she had bashfully hidden from the girls on the occasion of their first meeting.
Japanese girls are the most unselfish, uncomplaining, considerate, everything-that-I'm-not little souls I ever saw." Nancy's description of O'Haru's daughter was not exaggerated in the least. Little Onoye, pausing timidly at the entrance to their bedroom, was a vision to charm the eye. She blushed, smiled deprecatingly and hung her head.
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