“Do you know what they’d call you in my country?” he said, gravely.

She shook her head.

“An adventuress!”

“Ah, how nize!” She sighed with envious blissfulness. “I wish I live ad your country—be adventuressesses.”

“How much do you want now, Yuki?”

She pretended to calculate on his fingers.

“Twenty-five dollar,” she announced.

He gave it to her, and she slipped it into the bosom of her kimono. He watched her curiously, wondering what she did with all the money she secured from him.

All of a sudden she put this question to him.

“Sa-ay, how much it taking go ad America?”