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Updated: June 15, 2025
Molly's heart was filled with admiration for Otoyo, who instead of moping about by herself all summer had been making herself useful. "I'm ashamed," she thought. "Madeleine and Judith and Otoyo all make me feel awfully ashamed." In the meantime, Mrs. Murphy had spread a cloth on the little kitchen table and laid out her best cups and saucers.
"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.
"Aren't you well, little one?" asked Molly. "Is anything the matter?" "Oh, exceedingly, quite well, but I cannot go to-day, Mees Brown," Otoyo answered, trying to infuse a little warmth into her tone.
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.
Molly, aren't you ashamed to disappoint her?" cried Judy from the divan where she was resting after her athletic labors. "Why, Otoyo, dear, I didn't know you were so keen about it.
But my noble father!" She rose quickly and walked across to the window. If there were tears in her eyes Molly should not see them. Having drawn the blind, she drew a deep breath and came back to the bed. But Molly was doing some rapid thinking during that brief interval. Some one had been telling Otoyo that they had made game of her father and that some one
It had been agreed among them that Adele should never be welcomed in their circle again; for they were morally certain that it was Adele who had done the mischief, although Otoyo loyally kept her word not to tell the name. Otoyo, bewildered and happy over this avalanche of company, toddled about the room in her soft house slippers looking for refreshments.
And so Miss Sen, unfathomable and still guileless, never explained about the stolen visit, and Molly Brown, baffled and still glad in her heart, had to think up any explanation she could. "I don't know which was the most highly polished, his manners or his shiny bronze face," ejaculated Judy when the door of No. 5 had closed upon Otoyo and her honorable father.
She was very apt to use big words instead of smaller ones, her own language being exceedingly formal and grandiose. "Notheeng is dry. Not even within the edifices." "Houses, Otoyo." "But a house is an edifice, is it not so?" "Oh, yes, but we wouldn't use such a showy word." Otoyo was still puzzling out why the longer word was not the better when they reached the infirmary.
Molly, always polite to guests whether welcome or not, greeted Adele cordially and made her a cup of tea. "We were just discussing Otoyo Sen's funny little father," she explained, in order to draw Adele into the conversation. "He's been here to call the queerest English!" And Molly repeated some of Mr. Sen's absurd speeches. Adele listened with interest.
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