You will so kindlee go this afternoon?" broke in the voluble little
Japanese. "Will four o'clock be an hour of convenience?"

"I really don't----" began Molly again.

"You said 'anything,'" interrupted Otoyo. "You will not go back on poor
little Japanese? You will come?" she finished, cocking her head on one
side in her own peculiarly irresistible manner.

Molly glanced at the clock. She had already lost nearly twenty minutes
of her precious study hour.

"Very well, little one, come for me at four," she said, and Otoyo fairly
flew from the room before Molly could change her mind. Out in the
corridor Miss Sen danced the Boston again, just a _pas seul_ to express
her happiness. Of course Mees Brown should never know that she had just
that moment come from seeing the great Professor.

At four o'clock Otoyo again appeared at the door of No. 5. It was
pouring down rain, but she had no intention of releasing Molly from her
promise. In her miniature rain coat and jaunty red felt hat, she looked
like a plump little robin hopping into the room.

"You are readee?" asked Otoyo.

"Why, I never dreamed you would go in the rain!" began Molly, looking up
from her writing.

Otoyo's face lengthened and the corners of her mouth drooped
disconsolately.

"Why, bless the child! Molly, aren't you ashamed to disappoint her?"
cried Judy from the divan where she was resting after her athletic
labors.

"Why, Otoyo, dear, I didn't know you were so keen about it. Of course
I'll go," said Molly remorsefully, fumbling in the closet for her
over-shoes, while Nance calmly appropriated Judy's rain coat from the
back of a chair where that young woman had flung it and held it up for
Molly to slip into.

"Better take my umbrella," she said. Molly had never owned a rain coat
and couldn't keep an umbrella.

"You know we may not be allowed to see him," Molly observed, when the
two girls had started on their wet walk down the avenue. "Miss Fern
distinctly told Judith Blount and me one day that he was not to see any
one except the family. The doctor particularly did not wish him to see
students who would remind him of his work and worry him."

"Mees Fern know too much," said Otoyo, making what she called a "scare
face" by wrinkling her nose and screwing up her mouth. "Mees Fern veree
crosslee sometimes."

"Adverbs, adverbs, Otoyo," admonished Molly.

"Excusa-me," said Otoyo. "It is when I become a little warm here in my
brain that I grow ad