“Yes, but I can’t find ’em. Come and help me hunt!”
Two minutes later Mrs. Gaitskill stuck her head into her husband’s room and demanded:
“Where is my silk flowered kimono? Is it in your room?”
“No!”
“I can’t find that kimono anywhere!”
The two began a search, but the missing articles were not found. When finally they abandoned the hunt, Gaitskill sighed in relief:
“I hope those pajamas are gone for good. Young Tom was a fool to send me such a slosh of color as they were—made me look like a soused rainbow!”
IV
A KIMONO-CLAD APPARITION
The next evening, promptly at eight o’clock, the members of the Dunlap Missionary Society began to arrive. Then Colonel Tom Gaitskill became uneasy and sought out his wife:
“Mildred, are you planning to bring that cannibal wench into the drawing-room and show her off?”