“You godder pay,” she said, “for thad nize entertainments I giving you.”

He threw her a sen. She made a face. “That all?” she said, in a dreadfully disappointed voice, but, despite her acting, he saw the greedy eagerness of her eyes. All the good-humor vanished.

“Look here, Yuki,” he said, with a disagreeable glint in his eyes, “you’ve had a trifle over fifty dollars this week. I don’t begrudge you money, but I’ll be hanged if I’m going to have you dragging it out of me on every occasion and upon every excuse you can make. You have no expenses. I can’t see what you want with so much money, anyhow.”

“I godder save,” said Yuki, mysteriously, struck with this brilliant excuse for her extravagance.

“What for?”

“Why, same’s everybody else. Some day I nod have lods money. Whad I goin’ do then? Tha’s bedder save, eh?”

“I’ve married you. I’ll never let you want for anything.”

“Oh, you jus’ marry me for liddle bit while.”

“You’ve a fine opinion of me, Yuki.”

“Yes, fine opinion of you,” she repeated after him.