The Motor Maids in Fair Japan by Katherine Stokes
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English. She seemed to be taking in every detail of the room and its
occupants. Nobody took any notice of her. All the ladies and the servants were engaged in helping the guests on with their rain coats and overshoes. Mme. Ito insisted on doing up their hats in paper bundles. In the midst of a great deal of leave-taking and much smiling and bowing, Yoritomo found time to say to Nancy: "You see, chance has favored me to-day. The rain which kept me away from the bridge has brought you to my home." Nancy blushed in spite of her efforts not to. She felt half pleased and half frightened at the earnest manner of the young Japanese. He was undeniably handsome and graceful, with a self-possession she had never seen equaled. Just then a dark figure darted across the floor so swiftly that it was like a flash of brown wings in the air. There was a low exclamation from the ladies, a bird-like chatter from the servants, and for one brief moment the surprised Americans beheld old O'Haru on her knees before little Kenkyo in the act of touching her forehead to the floor. She drew a beautiful, bright-colored toy from her bosom and gave it to the solemn-eyed little boy. Then, bowing again with extreme reverence, she rose and left the house. When they next saw her she was swinging along in the rain on her wooden clogs. Miss Campbell made Komatsu stop the 'riksha and invited her to climb in, but she refused politely but firmly. "Extraordinary creature," exclaimed Miss Campbell, but Komatsu could offer no explanation. |
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