is more? Jus' joy an' glory foraevermore! Tha' 's 'nough. What you thing? You know that song?
"'T is life when we meet,
'T is death when we part. "
Her mistress had grown plaintive in those two lines.
"I hear him sing that," murmured the maid, comfortingly.
Her spirits vaulted up again.
"But ah! You aever hear him sing—?"
She snatched up the samisen again, and to its accompaniment sang, in the pretty jargon he had taught her (making if as grotesque as possible, the more to amuse him):
"I call her the belle of Japan—of Japan;
Her name it is O Cho-Cho-San—Cho-Cho-San;
Such tenderness lies in her soft almond eyes,
I tell you she 's just ichi ban."
"Tha' 's me—aha, ha, ha! Sa-ay—you thing he aever going away again when he got that liddle chile, an' the samisen, an' the songs, an' all the joy, an'—an' me?" And another richly joyous laugh.
"Oh, you an' the samisen an' joy—poof! "
