"Yes, she wanted to know Numè, she said, before going away," Sinclair told her.
"She will never cease surprising me," Mrs. Davis said, plaintively. "She ought not to excite herself. I never know what to expect of her, which way to take her. I used to think my nerves were strong; now—my nerves are—are nervous."
"Cleo is not herself lately," Tom said, quietly, without looking up. "We'd better humor her for a little while still. Besides—Numè will do her good, I believe."
CHAPTER LIX. CLEO AND NUMÈ.
As soon as Sinclair left them the Japanese girl went close up to the American girl.
"Sa-ay—I goin' tell you something," she said, confidingly.
"Yes, dear."
"You mos' beautifoolest womans barbarian—No! no! nod thad. Egscuse me. I nod perlite to mag' mistakes sometimes. I mean I thing' you mos' beautifoolest ladies I aever seen," she said.