"You will be very lonely then, dear."
Numè sat in her favorite position, on the floor at Mrs. Davis' knee. Koto trotted about the room, examining with extreme interest and curiosity the American furnishings and decorations.
"No; I nod be lonely," Numè said, "because I nod seen Orito many days—so I ged used."
"He must be a very bad boy to keep away from you so many days," Mrs. Davis said, playfully.
"Oh, no! Orito is vaery good boy." She sat still and thoughtful for a while, her feet drawn under her, her little hands clasped in her lap.
"Do the pretty Americazan ladies always luf when they marry?"
"Nearly always, Numè."
Numè nodded her head thoughtfully. "Japanese girls nod always luf," she said, wistfully. "Koto say only geisha girls marry for luf."
"That must be because they are thrown into contact with men and boys, while Japanese ladies are secluded. Is it not so, dear?"
"Ess. Mrs. Davees, do you lig' that I am goin' to marry Orito?"