"I'm not," he said.
Ethel drew herself into a sitting posture. "Which side of this war are you on?" she asked.
The man was afraid to commit himself—then a happy thought struck him. "The same side that you are," he answered diplomatically.
It was Ethel's turn to smile.
"You are an American?" she ventured at length.
"Yes," he said. "So are you?"
"Yes."
"Then why are you wearing Japanese clothes?"
"Because—" she said hesitatingly, "I haven't any others."
For some minutes he said nothing.