“Ugh!” said Marion, “I think she’s horrid.”
Taro rolled into Billy on the grass.
“I’ll be the next,” said Billy.
Iris was softly crying.
“Why, what’s the matter?” asked her father.
“Oh, father,” said she, “I—I’m afraid that she was the fox-woman who sent away our Gozo—and not—mother!”
He embraced her.
“There, it was a foolish story.”
“And told,” said his wife, “in the way an American would tell it—not a Japanese!”
“Hm!” Mr. Kurukawa cleared his throat. “Well, I think you’ll admit I began in the most approved Japanese style, but as I went on I fell under your American influence, and by the time I reached the end the story was just as you might have told it.”