would have been divorced without more ado. Perhaps she was logical (for she reasoned as he had taught her—she had never reasoned before) in considering that as he had distinctly told her not to do so, it was an additional surety for his return.
Cho-Cho-San again took up the happier side of the matter. The baby was asleep. "An' also, what you thing we bedder doing when he come?"
She was less forcible now, because less certain. This required planning to get the utmost felicity out of it—what she always strove for.
"Me?—I thing I—dunno," the maid confessed diplomatically.
"Aha, ha, ha! You dunno? Of course you dunno whichever! Well—I go'n' tell you." The plan had been born and matured that instant in her active little brain. "Jus' recomleck 't is a secret among you an' me. We don' tell that Mr. Trouble. Hoash! He don' kin keep no secret. Well, listen! We go'n' watch with that spying-glass till his ship git in. Then we go'n' put cherry-blossoms aevery where; an' if 't is night, we go'n' hang up 'bout 'mos' one thousan' lanterns—'bout 'mos' one thousan'! Then
