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The class prophecy which Judy had extemporized on the evening of her appearance as "History" may have had some promise of fulfillment, but it will be remembered that Otoyo's timely interruption saved her from guessing at the most puzzling future of all.
While they were laughing and discussing Otoyo's father, Adele Windsor, Judy's new bosom friend, walked into the room. She had formed a habit of entering their room without announcing herself, an unpardonable breach of etiquette at Wellington, as well it might be anywhere.
She was always interested in everything, one might almost say inquisitive, and she had a peculiar way of making people say things they regretted. Judy, artless soul, had told her everything she knew long ago. And now, turning her intelligent dark eyes from one to another and occasionally putting out a pointed question, Adele succeeded in starting a new discussion on Otoyo's father.
One morning not long after the stormy meeting in the Commune room, Molly, racking her brain over "The Theory of Mathematics," heard Otoyo's tap at the door. She knew it was the little Japanese. Nobody else could knock so faintly and still so distinctly. "Come in," she called, and Otoyo glided in as softly as a mouse.
She keeps to herself like a little sick animal. I can't make her out at all." There was no response to Molly's knock on Otoyo's door a few minutes later, and, after a pause, she opened the door and peeped in. The blinds had been drawn, an unwonted thing with the little Japanese, who usually let the sunlight flood her room through unshaded windows.
"I say it is not easy to believe that is true," said Otoyo, repeating her words with the precision of a Japanese. Molly rose to her feet, and grasping Otoyo's hands pulled her up. "I can't talk sitting on the floor, Otoyo. Come over here and sit on the bed where I can look at you. Now, tell me exactly what you meant by that speech."
"People who tell things like that are quite capable of inventing them or at least making them much worse." "I have given my word not to speak the name," answered Otoyo. It was almost time for the lecture now and Molly slipped down on her knees beside the bed and put her arms around Otoyo's waist. "Dear little Otoyo, before I go, I want you to tell me that you have forgiven us.
It was then that Judy had hugged herself and laughed aloud, but it was several nights later that she shared with the other girls her inspiration. They had gathered in Otoyo's little room that night, just the eight close friends who now grasped every opportunity for one more good time together.
"I would have come sooner, but they but she said no one was to see you." "The nurse?" Molly shook her head. "My sister?" "No, Miss Fern." "I never was so bossed in my life " a sudden strength came into his voice. "These women!" he added in a tone of disgust. The door opened and Otoyo's voice was heard saying in a loud whisper. "The ten minutes have passed away." "Good-bye," whispered Molly.
With the most innocent intentions in the world, they imitated his voice and manner, his stiff formal bows and his funny squeaky laugh. It was not until later when the friends had scattered to tidy up for supper that Molly felt any misgivings about having made fun of Otoyo's father, and these she kept to herself, feeling, indeed, that they were unworthy of her. Adele had not left with the others.
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