Won chuckled delightedly, though what there was in her question to amuse him, Grace could not imagine.
“You savvy Yat Sen? Me savvy Yat Sen plenty much. What me do?”
“Thank you. I savvy Yat Sen, too. Please clean the place, scrub the floors nice and clean before Mrs. Smythe gets here.”
“Me savvy Slith,” volunteered Won with a grimace.
“Why the ‘a-la,’ Won?” asked Elfreda who came in at this juncture.
“That is a Chinese round-off, as it were,” Grace informed her. “Have you seen the supervisor this morning?”
Elfreda said she had not, for Marie had said that Mrs. Smythe went out rather early. Grace suddenly decided to go home, and asked Elfreda to remain at the canteen to meet the supervisor.
“Tell her I was obliged to return to our billet for a few moments,” requested Grace. “She cannot be angrier than she will naturally be, in any event.”
Grace, nodding to Elfreda, hurried away.
“I wonder what that child is up to now?” Miss Briggs muttered. “I have learned one thing about Grace Harlowe, and that is that she seldom does anything that hasn’t a well-defined motive behind it. I suppose that is the proper way to arrange one’s life. She should have been a lawyer.”