judge whether or not this was delightful to a fellow like Garland, and also whether it was perilous.
It is not often that one has the felicity of ending one's breakfast with a song, and then of ending the song with a dance. Purple-Eyes brought her samisen quite without suggestion from Garland, and said with naïveté:
"I go'n' sing you a song. You lig me sing?"
"Try me!" challenged Garland, with an admiration in his eyes which pleased her greatly.
"Long down behine the Suwanee River" was the curious song she sang, in Japanese English.
Garland laughed.
"Don' you lig those?" she pouted. "I learn it for you."
He said it was lovely, and begged her to go on.
But his eyes wandered from the fingers on the strings to those on the plectrum, and then away to the lips above; and when she turned into the chorus he joined her with his inconstant eyes still there. It was only an
