And so Orito sailed for America, and entered a great college called "Harvard." And little Numè remained in Japan, and because there was no Orito now to tell her thoughts to, she grew very subdued and quiet, so that few would have recognized in her the merry, wayward little girl who had followed Orito around like his very shadow. But Numè never forgot Orito for one little moment, and when every one else in the house was sound asleep, she would lie awake thinking of him.
CHAPTER II. CLEO.
"No use looking over there, my dear. Takie has no heart to break—never knew a Jap that had, for that matter—cold sort of creatures, most of them."
The speaker leaned nonchalantly against the guard rail, and looked half-amusedly at the girl beside him. She raised her head saucily as her companion addressed her, and the willful little toss to her chin was so pretty and wicked that the man laughed outright.
"No need for you to answer in words," he said. "That wicked, willful look of yours bodes ill for the Jap's—er—heart."
"I would like to know him," said the girl, slowly and quite soberly. "Really, he is very good-looking."
"Oh! yes—I suppose so—for a Japanese," her companion interrupted.
The girl looked at him in undisguised disgust for a moment.