Jimmie had watched Oku's every movement with the greatest amusement. When he was out of earshot he remarked with a chuckle:
"Great little chink, that!"
Fanny laughed. Teasingly she said:
"He's not a Chinaman, Jim. Don't you know a Japanese when you see one?"
"They all look alike to me," he grinned.
Profiting by the butler's absence, the shipping clerk started on a tour of critical inspection of the salon. Looking around, he exclaimed with enthusiasm:
"Say—this is some room, eh?"
Virginia had left the window and was admiring some water-colors on the walls. Overhearing the exclamation, she looked up, her glance taking in the whole room.
"Yes—it is beautiful," she said ecstatically.
Fanny, who had been diligently rubbing the back of her magnificent gilt chair to see if it was real gold leaf, broke in: