"'Fraternized with the Japanese dragon,'" prompted Bob, again.
"'Shall have frat-ern'—I cannot say that other' ni-zed'?" She darted at the paper.
"'When the Yankees of the East an'—the—same—kind—Yankees?—of the West?—shall lie—down—together?—asleep?'"
A smile forced its way through Bob's joylessness. "No, no! It 's the same old lamb and lion that do the prevaricating."
"'When those lamb, with the fleece of that in-dus-try upon his back, an' those lion with the powers there-of inside him—' Aha! Tha' 's right?"
"Sh!" whispered Bob, pocketing the paper; "here comes the Lord High Admiral."
A Japanese naval cadet's uniform slowly appeared at the head of the stairs (it was in the remote "up-stairs" of Mrs. Rawlins's Japanese house), and Kohana-San's speech instantly became a dance. She kept her uplifted hands and eyes precisely where they were, raised one foot, swung half round upon the other (in exact accordance with some twenty or thirty rules upon the subject), courtesied thrice, north, east, and
