Then he spoke rapidly in Japanese to his mother, who smiled and clasped
her hands with joy, as if heaven could not have bestowed a greater gift
than the privilege to entertain these delightful foreigners.

"And are you the head of the family, Mr. Ito?" asked Miss Campbell.

"No, my father takes first place. He is a tea merchant in Tokyo. I have
also a younger brother who works with him. He did not wish to go to
America with me."

At this moment a human doll baby toddled into the room. His round little
head was bald except for a thick mat of hair on top. His beady black eyes
gleamed like polished glass. He wore a dark red kimono and his feet and
legs were bare.

"Oh, the darling," cried Mary whose love of children overcame any shyness
she might feel before strangers. The three Japanese were pleased at the
attention the little person created. The girls gathered around him in a
circle while he stood perfectly still regarding them curiously, as if
they were some new strange birds which had dropped into his room from the
skies.

Yoritomo also was pleased. He took the little fellow's hand in his and
led him from one to another while his relatives stood in a beaming row.

Children are called "treasure-flowers" in Japan, and are petted and
spoiled quite as much as American children.

"What a cunning little baby brother, Mr. Ito," said Nancy. "What is his
name?"