He nodded, smiling. “After Gozo graduates.”
“An’ naever come bag at Japan?” cried Plum Blossom, in a most tragic voice.
“Oh yes, it will be only a visit, perhaps.”
“I goin’ to die ride away when I cross that west water,” averred the little Japanese girl.
“Why,” grumbled Billy, “you just now promised you’d be my house-keeper.”
“In Japan,” said Plum Blossom.
Taro had finished whittling the bamboo arrow he had been industriously fashioning.
“Pleese, my father, tell now thad story of yourself.”
“Yes?”
“Oh do.”