"Where is Onoye? Where is your daughter?" demanded Miss Campbell.
O'Haru on her knees hung her head humbly.
"I think I know what's the matter," put in Mary. "Onoye is ill. I am sure it must be that."
"Is there anything the matter with Onoye?" asked Miss Campbell, but apparently O'Haru's English did not extend so far.
"Much sickness?" asked Billie.
O'Haru's head sank lower and lower.
"Poor thing," exclaimed Mary. "Onoye is ill, Miss Campbell, and O'Haru is afraid to say so."
"You must not be afraid, O'Haru. If little daughter ill, we take care of her. Bring doctor. See?"
"No, no, Onoye better. Onoye soon well," said the woman in a low voice.
"Ask much pardons, gracious lady."
"Can't we see her?" asked Billie.