sunk. But Ji-Saburo had not come. Glory continued her supplications now that peace might not come too soon. Madame Pine-Tree continued her gibes.
And, lo! early one morning there was a knock on the amado,—they had not been taken down yet,—and the little maid announced not only Ji-Saburo, but that he was in uniform—and had a bandage about his head! Glory must be pardoned the gay glance she gave her mother-in-law. It said, " I told you so."
"Now, Marubushu-San [this was only Miss Lemon, the maid], run! My yellow kimono, gold-woven obi, powder for my face, vermilion for my lips, the new kanzashi for my hair; run!" She prostrated herself at the shrine.
"Shaka, thou art almighty!" she said. As she came down, glowing in her bravery, she was intercepted by her mother-inlaw.
"I have seen him. It is not he. It is a barbarian!"
Glory passed on. She smiled again.
But it was Ji-Saburo. And he embraced her in Western fashion. She was visibly frightened.
