Poor O'Haru bowed. Her face looked wan and sad and it seemed to the Motor Maids that Miss Campbell might not have been so severe; but as a housekeeper, that small, gentle lady was a disciplinarian.
They waited with some curiosity for Onoye to appear. In five minutes
O'Sudzu, one of the other maids, stood framed in the doorway like a
Japanese souvenir post card life size. She bowed low and entered the room
timidly.
"But I sent for Onoye," exclaimed Miss Campbell.
O'Sudzu only smiled. She spoke no English.
"Onoye. Wish Onoye," repeated Miss Campbell. She pointed to the door.
O'Sudzu departed.
O'Matsu appeared next, and after O'Matsu came O'Kiku, who was followed presently by Masako, until these successive apparitions of Japanese maids became positively bewildering. The girls were consumed with the giggles and Miss Campbell was scarcely able to maintain a serious expression.
"No, no!" she would say each time, "Onoye! Wish Onoye!"
At last O'Haru appeared once more.
"August one, much kindness bestow. O'Haru make sewing."