“A hero is—is—well, he’s something grand!”
Iris yawned sleepily. She had forgotten all about the letter and now was lying on the grass blinking sleepily at the blue sky overhead.
“You’re not listening, Iris,” said Marion, frowning upon her and forcing her to get up.
“Don’t you want to hear Gozo’s letter?”
“Yes, yes—spik it,” urged Plum Blossom.
“But I didn’t finish what I was saying—explaining why he wrote me. Don’t you see, I wrote to him first. Yes, I did, too, I wrote him the longest letter, and I told him about you all—and—and—can he read English?”
Billy had joined the group, and he spoke up now:
“Ah, sis, go on now—read his answer. What’s he say?”
“But I can’t read it. See, it’s in Japanese.”
“You read it, Taro.”