“It’s a funny business,” said Leslie, as they turned the corner into the street.
“I’m thinkin’,” said Mac, “that you’ll no find it so funny a beesiness in the end.”
CHAPTER VIII
THE SURPRISING STORY OF MOMOTARO—AKUDOGI AND SPOTTED DOG
“I don’t care a button,” said Leslie, on the third morning of their stay in Nikko. “Danjuro may go be hanged. I’m not going to leave here till I’ve settled about the kid.”
“Ay, ay!” said Mac. “The man who will to Cupar maun to Cupar. I would only imprees upon you this, that time is going and time is money.”
“I know; but it won’t take more than a few days now. They say they’ve hunted the whole country round there, and can’t find trace of her people.”
“Na, and never will. If she has onny real people they won’t fash themselves aboot her; girls in Japan are as plentiful as blaeberries in Lorne—you’re sadlit with her.”