She pulled the girl down to her, and whispered the last words in her ear—with her arms about her.
And the girl did. Let us not inquire how. She had never yet withstood that tone and that caress. There was a certain magic in her deft fingers, and her mistress had it all. No daintier creature need one ever wish to see than this bride awaiting anew the coming of her husband.
And when it was all done, they each took a final delighted look into the mirror. It was too small to show the whole figure, but they moved it up and down and round about until every portion had been seen. They both pronounced it very good.
"Stan' jus' that way," begged the maid, going the length of the apartment to observe. "Jus' lig those new porcelains of Kinkozan!" she declared.
"Jus" lig those ole picture of Bunchosai!" retorted Cho-Cho-San—meaning anything but that.
But—in the way of women the world over a few more touches were necessary—and it was finished.
"Now the flowers for his room! Take them all—oh, aevery one! We shall not
