“I should hope not.”

“Perhaps,” she said, “you marrying with girl in Japan thad god marry before. Me? I never.”

“No, of course not.” He didn’t quite understand what she was driving at.

Then she said: “You pay more money ad liddle girl lige me whad nod been marry before?”

He recoiled and frowned heavily at her.

“I settled that matter with the nakoda,” he said, coldly.

Seeing he was displeased, she tried to conciliate him. She smiled at him, engagingly, coaxingly.

“You don’ lige me any more whicheven.”

But his face did not clear up. She had hurt him deeply by her reference to money.

“Perhaps you don’ want me even,” she suggested, tentatively. “I bedder go ‘way. Leave you all ‘lone.”