“In the second story, there are paintings by Kano Masanobi. At the top is the golden pavilion. We can give it half an hour. Take off your shoes,” she added; “we mustn’t waste time.”
She leaned against the rail and extended a foot so that the Japanese boy could remove the shoe.
The young man began unlacing his shoes, but Caswell noticed that the girl stood leaning on the rail. Presently she turned to her aunt.
“I think I’ll not go in,” she said.
The young man stopped unlacing his shoes, and Caswell saw that the girl noticed it.
“But, my dear child,” said her aunt, “what an extraordinary idea! You must!”
“No,” she said, gently but firmly; “if you will let me, I think I should rather wait here. You take Mr. Williams and show him the pictures and explain them to him.”
“But,” said her aunt, “I didn’t bring you to Japan to sit on a dock and look at the water. You could do that at home.”
“Please don’t insist,” said the girl, appealingly.
“But I must insist,” said her aunt. “It’s for your own good.”