one of those American manifestations of emotion which are so embarrassing to the Japanese. "I meant her to respond to that toast, mammy, because she does it so well and she is brave."
His mother wound an arm about him, and called him a rogue. Bob presently disentangled himself to show her the gloves, split through the palms, and the coat, split up the back. To Bob's surprise, his mother smiled, and he, encouraged thereby, laughed.
"I say, little mammy, I never thought I could be so happy in these garments."
"You are not very much in them," sighed his mother.
"I 'll wear them hereafter with pleasure," laughed Bob.
VI
WELL, IS HE EVER COMING BACK?
From the deck of the Empress of India Bob at last saw a small gray figure arrive upon the pier. He thought it looked just a little woeful. He dashed down the gang-plank and almost over it.
