“Oh, it’s a very ancient song about the Mongol invasion of Japan. I know scores and scores of such songs.”
She sang some other songs. Afterward she descended from the hammock and came and sat down beside him on the veranda steps.
“I wish I could amuse you,” she said wistfully.
“Why do you think I’m bored, Tressa? I’m not at all.”
But she only sighed, lightly, and gathered her knees in both arms.
“I don’t know how young men in the Western world are entertained,” she remarked presently.
“You don’t have to entertain me,” he said, smiling.
“I should be happy to, if I knew how.”
“How are young men entertained in the Orient?”
“Oh, they like songs and stories. But I don’t think you do.”