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The morning after Kishimoto San's visit, long before any sound disturbed the sleeping gods, from my window I watched the Great Dipper drop behind the crookedest old pine in the garden and heard the story of the night-wind as it whispered its secret to the leaves.
"Well, I'll tell you what folks say of it:" 'All sea and san's, Out of the world and into St. Ann's. "That's what they say, and if I'm wrong you may call me a liar." "And Squire Moyle?" Taffy persevered. "What kind of man is he?" Joby turned and eyed him severely. "Look here, sonny. I got my living to get." This silenced Taffy for a long while, but he picked up his courage again by degrees.
"This is San," he said, "and the men would kill any one who touched you, and they'd burn any one who touched San. Sorry if I'm rude." "We mustn't lose our heads." Rawling talked against his fear. "The man's drunk. He'll never get near here, and he's got four miles to come in a cold rain. But " "May I sleep in San's room?" "Then he'll know.
Then equal in length and formality followed the ceremony of being introduced to Kishimoto San's mother and widowed daughter, Mrs. Wingate. The mother, old and withered, was made strong by her power as mother-in-law and her faith in her country and her gods. The daughter was weak and negative by reason of no particular faith and no definite gods.
Yuki San scattered the crumbs and stood watching the wriggling mass for a moment, then said: "You ve'y greedy li'l fish. I never no can fill your bodies. Now I get flower for Merrit San's breakfast." She made her way over the flat mossy stones, passed the miniature Fuji where dwelt the spirit of the wondrous "Lady who made the flowers to bloom."
Eunice you are a goddess to-night! And you are for me! Some day oh, I'm not going to say it now -don't look so alarmed but, you know oh, Sweet, you know! And you yes, you, too, my splendid Tiger " "Hush, Alvord! Never call me that!" "No, I beg pardon. And I don't want to. That was San's own name for you. I shall call you my Queen! My glorious Queen-woman!" "Oh, stop!
Last time I take walk so many peoples come with us. I make into Japanese words all Merrit San's funny speaks. We have the much laugh: Merrit San try the eat with chop-sticks. To-day little boat what we ride the water in was broke by its nose and many seas was eating it up. Loud cold wind make pine-trees shivery and sad. Big gray cloud come down and make all black with sorrowful.
That dam' Englishman's gone out o' there bile drunk, swearin' he'll cut San's heart out, the pup! He's gone off wavin' his knife. Now, he knows the house, an' he ain't afraid of nothin' when he's drunk. He might get that far an' try breakin' in. You lock up " "Lock up? What with?" asked Rawling. "There's not a lock in the place. Father never had them put in, and I haven't."
Buck whispered swiftly to Jack, then spoke: "Well, Moung San, we must be going. But the son of your old patron wished to see you and to give you a little present because you have served his father." Jack smiled and passed over twenty rupees. Moung San's mouth was at once filled with thanks instead of questions, and an awkward moment passed safely.
It was the girl Merrit had told her about the girl to whom he was going so joyously. It was a face full of the gladness of life and love, whose laughing eyes looked straight into Yuki San's with such a challenge of friendship and good will that the girl smiled back at the picture and laid it gently against her warm cheek.
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