"Oh, how that was tiresome, Suzuki! But he—when he comes, it will be jus'—one—two—three great strides! How he will rush up that hill it cost us so much sweat to climb! Lig storm with lightening and thunder! Flash! flash! flash! Bourn! bourn! bourn! An' here he is all for jus' liddle me! Then how he will stamp about—not removing his boots—spoiling the mats—smashing the fusuma—shaking the house lig earthquake animal! 'Where is she? Hah! Mans tole me she gone an' marry with a fool Yamadori! Gone me my purple-eye' bebby away.' Then I jump roun' his neck bifore he gitting too angery, an' hole his han', an' say, close with his ears: ' How do, Mr. B. F. Pikkerton? ' Aha, ha, ha! What you thing, Suzuki? "
And Suzuki said, in English, too:
"Tha' 's mos' bes' nize thing I aever see!"
XII
LIKE A PICTURE OF BUNCHOSAI
From that time until the seventeenth of September not a ship entered the harbor but under the scrutiny of the glass that Lieuten-
