to pitch the baby through the fragile paper wall.
"Also, tha' 's one thing aeverybody got recomleck—account it is his house, his wife, his bebby, his maiden, his moaney—oh,—aeverything is his! An' he say, those time he go'n' 'way, that aexcep' we all talking those United States' languages when he come, he go'n' bounce us all. Well! I don' git myself bounce, Mr. Trouble! An' you got loog out you don', aha! Sa-ay, me? I thing if we doing all those thing he as' us, he go'n' take us at those United States America, an' live in his castle. Then he never kin bounce us, aha!"
V
A SONG OF SORROW-AND DEATH-AND HEAVEN
A bird flew to the vine in the little porch.
"Ah, Suzuki!"
But the maid had withdrawn. She clapped her hands violently for her to return.
