"That 's what I thought. You must excuse me. I can't perform that sacred rite in the fierce light that beats upon a front porch."
"Yaes? Eijinsan don' lig?" She did not understand.
"No," admitted Garland.
"Also, you lig for me go 'way liddle?"
Garland said yes, and she went.
When she returned, it was with a delightful breakfast of fish, rice, and persimmons. She put the little table between them, and on her knees, on the other side, taught him how to eat as a Japanese should. This is really not difficult, except the chopsticks; and with these she had to help him so often that their fingers were in almost constant contact. Alas! Garland made it as difficult as possible. And, alas! Garland was glad of the chopsticks!
Her joy overflowed the mouth and eyes which it seemed should know nothing but tears.
Afterward he helped her, with masculine joy of his own ineptitude, to reform the apartment, and secrete the things which had made it successively a reception-room, sleeping-chamber, and breakfast-room. You may
