Japan, aha! Sa-ay; how I loog if I an emperess? What you thing?"
She imitated the pose and expression of her empress very well.
"If your face liddle longer you loog ezag' lig," said the maid.
But her mistress was inclined to be more modest.
"Ah, no. But I tell you who loog lig a' emperor jus' ezag' that Mr. B. F. Pikkerton, when he got that unicorn upon him, with gole all up in front an' down behine!"
And at this gentle treason there was no protest from the patriotic maid.
VII
HOW HE DID N'T UNDERSTAND HER WHICHEVER!
The baby continued to sleep. He rather justified the praises of his mother. He was as good as a Japanese baby, and as good-looking as an American one.
Somebody was without. There was a polite and subdued clattering of clogs in the entrance.
