"I learned the name from you, child, when you talked in the fever. I am very sorry I have caused you a disappointment. I am to blame for my curiosity—forgive me."
All the light faded from her face and very quietly she lay down upon her pillow, her lips close-pressed, her eyes closed; but she could not hide the shining of the tears that squeezed between her short, thick lashes and clung to them. 'Twas long before his
name was mentioned again; but one day something had been said of friends, when Omassa with intense pride had exclaimed:—"I have got my own self one friend—he—my friend Frank."
"What's his other name?" asked the nurse.
"Oh, he very poor, he got only one name."
"But, dear, he must have another name, he is Frank somebody or something."
"No! no!" persisted Omassa with gentle obstinacy, "he tell me always true, he very poor, good man—he got only one name, my Frank Sen."
"There," cried Mrs. Holmes, triumphantly, "you see he has two names after all, you have just called him by them both—Frank Sen."
At which the invalid sent forth a tinkling laugh of amusement, crying: "Oh, that not one man's name, oh, no! That Sen that like your Mr.—Mrs.; you nurse-lady, you Holmes Sen. Ito—big Japan fight man, he Ito Sen, you unnerstand me, nurse-lady?"
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